Singing Loins Slab O' Slate
Unloved kid get no slab o' slate.
Steal a tile from the old church roof,
Press it in the dirt, bow your heads.
Don't forget to make a mark, scratch a heart
For the unloved kid.
Unloved kid get no slab o' slate.
The unloved kid.
Cherish him, spare a tear.
Offer him simple things;
Cheap possessions. Scatter them,
So you remember where he lie, where he lie,
The unloved kid.
Unloved kid get no slab o' slate.
The unloved kid.
Pull wild flowers, make a daisy chain.
Gather round, try a holy song;
Make it up out of words you heard.
Pause a while, try a prayer in the mud and rain
For the unloved kid.
Unloved kid get no slab o' slate.
The unloved kid.
Crow come down from the poplar tree,
Seen it all in his old black eye.
Rip the lace, steal plastic rings,
Disturb the place. But he can't fly no heavy stone
From the unloved kid.
Unloved kid got his slab o' slate.
The unloved kid
Unloved kid got his slab o' slate.
Unloved kid
Unloved.
