[Lyric] Keep Over Cursing (Caroliner)

They were the water wheels of the old city
Moving mills and pulling the mining
When they'd keel over in worn out breath
Each horse would feed through stomach hand-full cursing!

Sawdust we're fed for filling up your buns
We curse you by your rapture
Have your bellys full not but grow now
Your belly sized chins...

Everyday these horses pulled
Everyday they shat hard and cursed
Knowing when the sawdust didn't nourish
They'd be shaved into a purse!

Rob that fodder had a liking to ????
And fed the damned workers that he hit less
His curse was a herd of cows and cattle
Who ate out through his breast...

Hannibal became pregnant shaped
A bitch into his belly
Fell down on some railroad tracks
Where out popped him bitch's puppies!
Hannibal's wife co-owner of the Union
Birthed up a rabbit
Stuck back the ears and
Cried over her deformed son oh dear oh dear...

Of the mill mine watchers
Another creep was T-head Joel
His birth was painful as his reckonning
When he dropped 11 hot coals!

G. E. Shaw was the one who told horses
They would make a girl's nice coin holder
His button belly yielded a blood nosed pig
Said kiss me honey I'm a son of yours...