Looker

Look,
you little looker,
as you loft
about the town.
You lucky, little looker
you got us plain folks down.

But I know, about your soul,
and I know, where lost souls go.

And I watch,
cause I'm a watcher.
And us watchers,
we never be.
But do tell me, you healthy looker,
just how wonderful you've been.

'Cause I know, about your soul,
and I know where lost souls go.

Our luck is gonna strike you down.
Our luck is gonna strike you down.
So die, you healthy looker,
and all us folks will gather round.
But though your, so damn good lookin,
we're gonna stick you in the ground.

And you'll go,
lord knows you'll go,
to a place, where lost souls go.

Our luck is gonna strike you down,
our luck is gonna strike you down,
our luck is gonna strike you down,
our luck is gonna strike you down.