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[wind blowing]

[wind blowing]

[water flowing]

♪ Wayward boy ♪

♪ Won't you cut my lead? ♪

♪ I got no dreams ♪

♪ To carry me ♪

Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit.

Oh, shit! Oh, shit!

Oh, I'm sorry. The door was unlocked and I had to pee--

What the fuck? Can't you read?

I mean, I'm sorry. I--

Your wrist!

[groaning]

Hey!

Where-- where you going?

I didn't mean to hurt you.

♪ Burn my dreams ♪

♪ On a wayward sea ♪

♪ Let them drown ♪

♪ Oh, mercy me ♪

♪ Ashen ghosts ♪

♪ On a pine bluff tree ♪

♪ Hanging still ♪

♪ Oh, sorrow be ♪

♪ Oh, mercy me ♪

♪ Let down my dreams ♪

♪ On a rope of light ♪

♪ In a raw smoke heap ♪

♪ Oh, mercy me ♪

♪ Let down my dreams ♪

♪ On the twilight's vine ♪

♪ In the river deep ♪

[music continues]

My name's John. What's yours?

I said, what's yours?

Where you from?

You got to be from somewhere.

I used to tell people I was from France.

Sounded like a good place to be from.

All those songs, you know?

[singing in French]

The problem was folks would start

speaking to me in French,

and I couldn't pick up anything that they were saying

so I had to stop telling people I was from France.

Hey, do you know that song, the one they sing in France?

[distant dog barking]

[John] Where we headed?

Can't you hear me?

Leave me alone!

[groans]

[groans]

[gasping]

Aah! Damn claw in my belly.

When was the last time you ate?

[moans]

[groaning]

[moaning]

Breathe.

John.

Just breathe.

[breathing deeply]

Slowly.

So it fills you up.

Like this.

[breathing slowly]

[John breathes deep]

[groaning]

I'm full, though.

[groaning]

What, beans and rice full?

Steak and hash.

[coughing]

What's wrong with you?

Oh. Oh. Dust in the lungs.

[coughs]

You take anything for it?

I ain't going back to that hospital.

I ain't taking you to the hospital.

[breathing deeply]

You should try it through your nose.

Take the pressure off your lungs.

Like this. [inhales deeply]

[inhales through nose]

Ah, that's harder. [groans]

Gave Myrt another year.

Ah, oh. Who's Myrt?

[distant dog barking]

-Black bread and cheese. -Hm.

Ha! Told you!

[inhales]

Red wine from a glass.

-Lemonade. With real lemons. -[chuckling]

[John coughs]

[exhales]

And cake.

[woman] With a slap of guava jam.

[John] Oh, what's that?

[woman] The Mexicans eat it.

[soft music]

Eyes are bigger than my stomach.

[retching]

Cops'll beat you dry for that shit.

Get up.

-Okay. -Get up.

Okay. [groaning]

[rustling]

[soft music]

Hey, what do you got against cops?

My brother was a cop. Uh, stepbrother.

Is that so?

His name was Steve.

Steve no more liked picking folks up

than folks liked being picked.

Do you ever stop talking?

[exhales] Oh.

Except if it was someone who'd done a murder.

Oh, Steve liked taking the murderers down.

Lord's mercy, he said.

Where is he now?

I don't know.

Think you'll run into him?

-No. -Good.

You just think he was some dumb cop.

See, for him, only law was God's law.

So not all cops are bad cops.

You a Bible man?

I just grew up around it.

Well, don't you like the Bible?

I like the Bible fine.

Just don't like men preaching it.

Well, I just know what Steve taught me,

and he was a good man.

You ever seen him work?

I saw him beat a man once.

And was the man a murderer?

[John] Thief.

Same as. That's what Steve said.

"The thieves are the buzzards of the earth.

You got to beat the thieving out of them,

or they will overrun the land and leave us good folks

with nothing but hellfire to walk through."

I don't know if I'd put it like that,

but I know when Steve finished with him...

all I could see was the man's eyelids

shaking like God Almighty.

But Steve was good...

and kind.

He dragged the man off the broken road

and carried him in his arms all the way to the station.

A pure act of kindness it was.

After the man got beat.

-He was a thief. -So are you.

I'm not a thief.

I bet you wouldn't mind it one bit

if Steve beat you dry.

The Lord's mercy. That right?

I'm not a thief.

But if you were.

If I was and he caught me...

well, he'd have the law on his side.

And here. Lord's mercy, right?

Well, you shouldn't have stole.

[whimpers]

I'm not a cop! I'm not a goddamn cop!

I'm sorry! I'm--I'm sorry!

I'm sor--

I'm sorry.

[wings flapping]

[footsteps]

Stop following me!

Why?! So you can cut yourself

with that piece of glass in your hand?

[glass clanks]

I'm not having sex with you.

[distant train honking]

I'm not having sex with you, either.

[train rumbling]

I could tell you a story.

That might help you fall asleep, you know?

Steve would read me to sleep.

Please stop talking.

"Go sleep," he'd say.

Just like that.

"Go sleep."

No "to."

Just "Go sleep."

[train rumbling]

Hey. You know any movies?

I bet if you told me a movie, I could fall asleep.

-[groggily] What? -A movie.

It doesn't have to be an old one.

It could... be one that they showed at the drive-in.

What are you talking about?

You ever been to the drive-in?

No. Jesus. Go back to sleep.

I haven't been asleep.

How can I fall back asleep if I haven't been?

Oh, my God.

I can't believe you never been to a drive-in!

Drive-ins are amazing. The whole movie is yours.

It's not just--

it's not just way up there on the screen, it's--

it's in the grass, it's in the cars,

it's in the weeds.

Imagine driving down the highway

and you catch Elizabeth Taylor's face

right off the side of the road.

Elizabeth Taylor's face!

You're creeping me out.

It's great, 'cause it's a part of you.

What?

I don't like the idea of 20-foot people walking around.

[train rattling]

[dramatic music]

[train chugging]

["Deck the Halls" by Nathan Hamilton playing]

♪ 'Tis the season to be jolly ♪

♪ Fa la la la la, La la la la ♪

♪ Don we now our gay apparel ♪

♪ Fa la la la la, La la la la ♪

♪ Troll the ancient Yuletide carol ♪

♪ Fa la la la la, La la la la ♪

[heart pounding]

It's Mary.

What?

My name. Mary.

Can I touch your back, Mary?

[train rattling]

[soft music]

Go sleep, John.

Go sleep.

[belt clanks]

Go sleep, John.

Go sleep.

[gasps]

Mary, why'd you let me...

Mary?

Mary?

Mary!

Mary?!

Mary?!

[panicked breathing]

-Mary! -[Mary] It's okay!

I'm here.

Where'd you go?

-I was hungry. -What was I supposed to do?

What was I supposed to do if you didn't come back?

I'm right here, John.

I'm right here.

[both chewing]

[train rattling]

[grunts]

[strains]

Ah!

[man] Sorry, man.

All full.

Good morning.

You all right, Mom?

[squeals]

[Mary] That's your mother?

Her name's Providence.

Say hi to our new friends, Ma.

[squeals]

Can she talk?

Right. Makes for a good act.

She can get folks bawling and shooting dimes

quicker than any carny I ever seen.

Isn't that right, Ma?

[squeals]

But for the last 50 miles, nothing.

Not one nickel.

Under the spell of a laughing god, I tell ya.

[squeals]

Name's Israfel.

John.

Israfel.

Oh, hey. Could you spare some?

She's damn hungry.

[squealing]

The fuck?

-We'll get by. -[Israfel] Thanks.

-You're a good man. -Fuck that.

That bit'll last her for days.

Days and days and days. Isn't that right, Ma?

[squeals]

[train horn blaring]

[crickets chirping]

-[Israfel groans] -Why are we stopped, Mary?

Dead wetback.

Remember the last time this happened, Ma?

[squeals]

Damn train stopped for hours.

Cops around, investigating.

And all the passengers outside,

trying to figure out what's going on.

So Providence and I walk up to the dining car.

Surprise, surprise.

Everybody's plates, just where they left 'em.

So we sit down at one of them fancy tables,

tuck those linen napkins into our collars,

and have ourselves the finest rib-eye you can imagine.

[squeals]

And corned beef hash. That's right.

[metal clangs]

[John coughs]

[Mary whispering] No noise now, you hear?

[suspenseful music]

[train chugging]

[John] Red rose on a bush.

Hawk circling in the sky.

Hey, are you John Akin?

Huh?

Is your last name Akin?

No.

No?

Funny, you put me in mind of him.

I don't know him.

Three black crows eating grass.

-Patch of Indian paintbrush-- -Hey, John...

I ran into him once in Arkansas.

Who?

John Akin.

In a speck on the map called Helena.

You heard of it?

John Akin was hiding out there. Cops were after him.

Quiet little town, no one would think to look there.

But John, he couldn't stand the silence.

Made him all jittery-like.

He got more and more agitated as the days went by.

Finally, one day he couldn't help himself.

He had to slit some fool's throat.

[laughs]

[chuckles]

Didn't like the way the man looked at him.

Is what he said.

But John had a funny way with the truth sometimes.

[singing] ♪ When John Akin fought ♪

♪ He fought like a hound ♪

♪ Would leave a man Drowning in blood ♪

♪ Without so much As a turn-around ♪

Well, I don't fight.

Yeah.

Well, you sure do put me in mind of John Akin.

Kept his eyes bowed down, just like you.

"Looking for pennies?" folks would call out.

"Looking for knives," he'd say.

[chuckling]

John Akin.

I ain't John Akin.

[chuckling]

[train horn blaring]

[cards shuffling]

Wooden posts holding up a barbed wire fence.

Hey, what happened to your wrist?

What?

He asked what happened to your--

Nothing.

[chuckling]

[squeals]

Good one, Ma.

[flies buzzing]

[train rumbling past]

What'd you say they called you again?

I didn't.

Touchy.

That's what they oughta call you.

Am I right?

[squeals]

Yeah, troubled. They call me Troubled.

They call you Trouble?

Troubled.

Why would anyone call you that?

Fuck if I know.

You think I like having people call me something for no reason.

Ain't nothing wrong with me.

Everybody else in the world that's fucked.

Amen.

It's your turn, by the way.

Oh, nice move.

Touchy.

[train honks]

[Israfel] What do you think, Ma?

Is Henri going to like this guy or what?

[intense music]

[howling]

It's a biblical name, I believe.

I don't recall such a name.

Oh, you read the Bible now?

My stepbrother would read it to me.

-He a preacher? -Cop. His name's Steve.

You may have heard of him.

Steve?

No, I can't say that I have.

But then I don't make much time to talk to cops.

Make your skin itch?

Just like yours, Touchy.

Well, Israfel ain't a Bible name.

Well, it was. Providence done give it to me.

Ask her where it came from.

[squeals]

Might take a long time.

[laughing]

Who's Henri?

Last night you said Henri would like me.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Do you, Ma?

[squeals]

[tense music]

[train horn blaring]

[Mary] You can really wrap your tongue

around a name like that.

Israfel.

[laughs]

Bitch.

What did you just say?

Damn whore. [grunts]

Ah!

C'mon, Bible boy! Say it again!

[Providence squeals]

Please. Give me a chance to break your fucking head.

I once called Steve about a thousand things.

"Gutfuck." I didn't know what I was saying.

It was just a thought in my head.

[coughing]

Here.

It's the coldest thing I got.

[John coughing]

[whimpering]

-Ain't swollen a bit. -Don't touch me.

[sniffles]

[train horn blaring]

[lighter clicks]

[humming]

Hey, those are mine.

Give them back!

They fell out of your bag while you were sleeping.

Give them back.

You been to these places?

Give them back. Please.

Give them back.

[postcards fall]

His lighter, too.

[laughing]

Mary's taking me there.

Wait. What?

Yeah. Good luck with that.

A place where all the bits of the world

come together all at once.

Arabian horses next to German cars.

Italian ships resting on the hills of Montana.

The sound of French phonographs.

While a Hollywood screen...

20 feet tall...

moves back and forth through the gravity field

of the frontier.

And the biggest stars burst through the screen

with their painted ivory teeth...

and irradiate the frontier with a ferocious kiss.

At the drive-in?

And on that technicolor screen...

a field of poppies leads you back to a childhood

you wish were yours...

but is only the stuff of-- of books from another century.

This a real place, John?

[soft music]

In this place, a child--

a child who takes pictures of a solar eclipse,

looking straight at the sun,

and nothing happens to him.

Nothing.

His eyes just grow large

and the small of his camera unspools plates of hieroglyphs.

Part Egyptian, part Indian, part...

no one knows.

The child can't hear like it sometimes happens in dreams.

[camera clicks]

[intense music]

[thuds]

The child lets the camera fall from his hands.

He glides his hands over the plates of hieroglyphs.

"I was born in Missouri," he says.

"I was born in New York. I was..."

The half-formed hieroglyphs burn themselves onto his skin

and he's left with a mark.

So he will always be known as the child marked by the sun.

By its very eclipse.

Who is from a place made up of other places.

Who...

walks around with Hollywood silver in his veins and--

and the eye of a broken-down Brownie camera in his heart.

A place where all the bits of the world

all come together at once, huh?

What are you hiding under that beard?

What?

John Akin burned his boy on the chin,

so the story goes.

I don't know what you're talking about.

And then he took a picture of his bastard son

with an old camera...

and smashed him over the head with it.

Boy wandered the earth, his head messed up,

pa's meanness in him.

Who was your mother, son?

-He don't know. -Whore's son.

Mother died in an opium haze,

Chinese poppies dancing in her brain.

-Israfel. -[Israfel] So...

John Akin found himself a dead whore

and a bastard son who inherited his mother's madness.

What's John Akin to do but kick the boy

out into the world?

You're operating with a blown mind, son.

Phantom fathers and goddamn hieroglyphs.

-Fucking plague shit! -[John groans]

[Mary grunting]

Just a think. We could've had something.

She's not worth it, is she, Ma?

[squeals]

[John coughing]

Get the fuck away from me.

[coughing]

[train rattling]

♪ Burn my dreams ♪

♪ On a wayward sea ♪

♪ Let them drown ♪

♪ Oh, sorrow be ♪

♪ Open arms ♪

♪ On a pale bark tree ♪

♪ Wings of blood ♪

♪ Oh, sorrow be ♪

[train rattling]

[heart pounding]

[John coughing]

Go... sleep.

[John coughing]

Go!

Sleep!

-[glass shatters] -[gasps]

[groaning]

Mary?

Where's Mary?

Mary!

Mary!

Mary!

Mary, where are you?

[Providence squeals]

[squealing]

[squealing]

[squealing]

Fuck you, bitch.

Mary!

Mary.

Mary.

Mary.

Mary.

Where'd she go?

[panting]

Mary.

[breathing heavily]

Have you seen Mary?

Mary?

My friend. Mary.

No, mon ami.

You are the first I've seen today, I'm afraid.

Smells good.

It is good.

You've got a good nose.

[cutlery clinking]

You're hungry, aren't you?

We've been walking.

From Ohio.

The smell. It could only be Ohio.

I tell you what. You got that good nose.

Give me a sniff. Tell me where I'm from.

I'll give you a dollar.

A whole dollar.

You are hungry, aren't you?

Go on. Sniff.

[sniffs]

New Hampshire.

Canada.

Shit.

Sometimes you win. Sometimes, well...

Henri.

Henri Gatien.

-Henri? -Gatien.

John.

John Akin?

No.

We'd better get going.

How old is she?

How old are you?

Are you mute?

Is she mute?

She makes a sound sometimes.

Look at those legs. So strong.

Show me some of your leg.

Canada, eh?

Between Nictaux and Paradise. Acadie.

That like French and that?

Tout va bien, mon ami.

I used to tell people I was from France.

-Not France. -All those songs, you know.

-Canada. -And wine.

Hey. You-- you know that song?

What song?

That song. That song.

The one they sing in French.

Mon ami...

[humming]

-Ah. -♪ Non... ♪

[mandolin chords play]

[singing in French]

You know it!

[hums]

Piaf. "The Little Sparrow."

Oh, you're lucky you're French.

Ah, I'll give you the dollar.

-But I didn't-- -It's yours.

What do you do?

I am a courier des bois.

I trade things. You want the dollar or not?

Not everyone would think of New Hampshire.

[soft music]

You want to hear a-- a sermon?

I don't like Scripture.

How old did you say she was?

I don't like Scripture either.

-Makes my head... -Does it now?

Buzzing in my head. Makes me...

That's right. Look at me.

Look at me, ma petite cheri.

[John] I like the Commandments, though.

The sound of "Thou shalt..."

What great teeth.

Wouldn't you agree?

[laughs]

Do you two know each other?

Have we met before?

What happened here?

Oh, nothing.

Damn claw in your belly, right?

[coughing]

Who says that? "Damn claw in my belly."

You're a funny man, John Akin.

I ain't John Akin.

You got some muscle there, no?

My stepbrother Steve is stronger than me by a mile.

Have you ever heard of him? He's a cop.

I cannot say I have, mon ami.

He used to read me the Commandments.

Did I say that already?

It's getting hard to follow them all.

I think God has abandoned us.

I think that more and more.

[Providence squeals]

What was that?

[squeals]

C'est un miracle!

It's just a sound.

[squeals]

Incroyable!

That's what I thought!

This is a fine man, a man of means--

I will give you $100 to strike her

with my belt with her doing that sound.

One hundred. Right now.

[John groans]

Two hundred. She'll do it, John.

-Isn't that right, ma mome piaf? -[squeals]

How many meals would that buy?

What's it going to be? What's it going to be?

[screams]

[Providence squeals]

[screaming]

[man's voice] Help me go sleep, John.

What?

[squeals]

Ask the good Lord and ye shall receive.

You'll never find your friend.

But God has not abandoned you.

Now do as she asks.

Tout suite.Now!

[intense music]

[squeals]

The other end, mon ami. You know how this goes.

[intense music continues]

[screeching]

[Henri] That's right, ma petite cheri.

With that noise.

[screeching continues]

And pray, John. Pray.

Our Father

who art in Heaven,

hallowed be Thy name.

Very nice.

[camera flashes]

[crying, screaming]

[coughing]

[train rumbling]

[train horn blaring]

[gasps] John?

[train horn blaring]

[soft music]

[thuds]

[soft music continues]

[faint lively chattering]

[train rattling]

[soft music continues]

[coughs]

[groans]

Mary?

I was looking for you. I-- I...

I couldn't find you.

I didn't know where else to go.

I knew you'd be here, John.

Go sleep, bitch! Go sleep!

Give me. Whatever you got, hm?

I got all day, girl.

Fucking gypping me all the time.

No one's gypping you, John.

What do you want for it?

What?

Your coat.

Nothing.

Everybody wants something.

[camera flashes]

[high-pitched music playing]

[leaves rustling]

[coughing]

[coughing]

Like wine. In a glass.

Lemon lemonade?

Mm-hm.

Just a sip.

[exhales]

[chuckles]

I knew you weren't dead.

Lost maybe, but...

-but not dead. -[Mary chuckles]

[mellow music]

[John humming]

[panting]

[laughs]

[upbeat music]

Oh, I gotta do something. I gotta do something, Mary.

Where'd they get all this stuff?

-What are you doing? -Shhh!

[upbeat music continues]

What happened to the Commandments, John?

[camera flashes]

[John whooping]

[laughing]

Best week ever!

Ah!

[laughs] Mwah!

[moaning]

[mumbling indistinctly]

You want some?

Hm?

Whoo!

Look at this stuff. I mean, I need this stuff.

You're gonna choke on that stuff.

Ooh.

[toy hands clapping]

Oh.

[groaning]

Some things aren't right.

You spend your whole life thinking they are,

but they're not.

When I jumped from the train, time stopped.

Everything was over. Finally.

Once and for all. Over.

You have no idea what a relief that was.

Except it wasn't... over.

And I wondered...

how is it possible

that I jumped from a speeding train

and didn't even get a scratch?

And this-- this...

feeling... overwhelmed me.

I can't describe it, John.

I didn't understand it.

I still don't understand it.

But all the anger I felt towards the world?

Gone.

And in its place...

was grace, John.

Pure grace.

I never felt that before.

[scoffs] Blah, blah, blah, blah.

You want to help me, Mary?

You get me more of this!

Hit me, Mary.

That's what you're good at!

I...

[groans]

[upbeat music playing]

Stop it, Mary!

[grunting]

[Mary laughing]

[John panting]

[Mary laughing]

[both laughing]

Mary...

[body thuds]

[coughing]

[wind howling]

[coughing]

[coughing]

You okay?

I'm going to try to find a way to get in.

Don't close those eyes, John. I'll be right back.

Right back.

[chains clank]

[Israfel] ♪ Well, John Akin fought ♪

♪ He fought like a hound ♪

♪ Would leave a man Drowning in blood ♪

♪ Without so much As a turn-around ♪

[laughs]

You're a hard man to track down.

Where you headed, John?

You never did find that place you were talking about, did you?

What a surprise.

Hey, you still got those postcards?

Lost 'em a long time ago.

Well, that is a shame.

[squeals]

Hey, you look good, Mary.

How'd you find us?

Is that a new dress?

John.

[Israfel] He's confiding in me, Mary.

It's a sign of friendship.

-Leave him alone. -Hey, John.

You got any of the good stuff left?

It's in my veins.

Lasts for days.

Days and days and days and days.

Hey, you think...

you think my mother would want something?

-Cut it out! -Fuck you, Touchy!

[Mary grunts, thuds]

Now, what was I saying?

Oh, yeah. The craziest thing.

This man comes up to me selling pictures.

And he says, "I got something to trade you."

And he was true to his word,

like he knew that he was gonna run into me.

"This one oughta do you," he says.

[squeals]

You said you didn't know him.

She's shouting, see?

[squeals]

Somebody really belted her.

You wouldn't know anything about that, John?

Would you?

[squeals]

[grunts]

Aahhh!

[choking]

-[Israfel choking] -[John straining]

Not one more word, Steve.

[groaning]

[panting]

["The Ballad of the Strung Up Man" by Robbie Tan]

♪ Bring down the hours ♪

♪ Bring down the days ♪

♪ The tied-up man ♪

♪ Wants to cover his head ♪

♪ A bloodless rain ♪

♪ Will fall on the grave ♪

♪ Of the man strung up For no reason ♪

♪ Bring down the hours ♪

♪ Bring down the days ♪

♪ The tied-up man ♪

♪ Wants to lift his arms ♪

♪ A needle bent ♪

♪ In the hollow brain ♪

♪ Of a man strung up For no reason ♪

♪ What evil Have I done, Lord? ♪

♪ What evil have I done? ♪

♪ A voice called out ♪

♪ In the cold, cold dawn ♪

♪ Of a life gone by For no reason ♪

♪ Of a life gone by For no reason ♪

♪ Of a life gone by For no reason ♪

♪ What evil have I done? ♪

[John crying]

[coughing]

[breathing heavily]

[emotional music]

[John breathing shakily]

Oh, my God.

Thanks.

Tastes good.

[foil rustling]

Is that a guava cake?

It's good, isn't it, John?

What are you showing?

Ain't shown nothing in years.

Turning the place into an amusement park, actually.

Like Six Flags?

More like Epcot.

Over there's going to be Italy.

Mount Everest where the screen is.

And right here, Arabian Nights.

Supposed to tell a different story

every time you come to visit.

What are they gonna do with that screen?

You know, it looks a lot bigger up close.

You can walk up there and have a look.

I won't tell nobody.

[soft music]

[laughing]

What?

[projector running]

[peaceful music]

[birds chirping]

["Non, je ne regrette rien" by April Matthis]

[singing in French]

[singing continues]

["Mercy [Oh Sorrow Be]" by Caridad Svich]

♪ Burn my dreams ♪

♪ On a wayward sea ♪

♪ Let them drown ♪

♪ Oh, mercy me ♪

♪ Ashen ghosts ♪

♪ On a pine bluff tree ♪

♪ Hanging still ♪

♪ Oh, sorrow be ♪

♪ Oh, mercy me ♪

♪ Let down my dreams ♪

♪ On a rope of light ♪

♪ In a raw smoke heap ♪

♪ Oh, mercy me ♪

♪ Let down my dreams ♪

♪ On the twilight's vine ♪

♪ In the river deep ♪

[music continues]

♪ Wayward boy ♪

♪ Won't you cut my need? ♪

♪ I got no dreams ♪

♪ To carry me ♪

["Walking the Weeping Jesus [Straight to Hell]" by Little Mazarn]

♪ When I die, I want you to bury me ♪

♪ Save the burnin' For eternity ♪

♪ When I die, I want you to bury me ♪

♪ Save the burnin' For eternity ♪

♪ Straight to hell We go, boys ♪

♪ Straight to hell we go ♪

♪ By the light of the moon ♪

♪ We're drowned below ♪

♪ Straight to hell we go ♪

♪ Weeping Jesus ♪

♪ Save my soul and me ♪

♪ A bucket of gold ♪

♪ Show me how the glory run ♪

♪ Lies beneath The rocks and snow ♪

♪ Straight to hell We go, boys ♪

♪ Straight to hell we go ♪

♪ By the light of the moon ♪

♪ We're drowned below ♪

♪ Straight to hell we go ♪

[music fades out]