Krudge - Bald Boy's Ballad Lyrics

Baldboy's in a pickle
That bitch wants to get hitched
Fat betsy prays to god
And hopes he cries uncle and quits
Deep in booze and soaked in wine
He finds himself in shit
She thought that they were friends
Fat betsy's locked him in
Close to bein' prisoner
Got up and packed his bags
Tried to sneak out in the night
The mean old snoring hag
Shot up and knocked him to the ground
And threw him in the sack
It weren't like that
He needed to go back
Now betsy's got him tied up
On the crossroads Tennessee
The time to take a soul had come
The devil she may be
A golden ring to seal the deal
A symptom of evil appeal
Lord betsy's got a gun against his head