O DEANNA. O Deanna!. O DEANNA. Sweet Deanna!. O DEANNA. You know you are my friend yeah. O DEANNA. And I ain't down here for your money. I ain't down here for your love. I ain't down here for your love or money. I'm down here for your soul. No carpet on the floor. And the winding cloth holds many moths. Around your Ku Klux furniture. I cum of death-head in your frock. We discuss the murder plan. We discuss murder and the murder act. Murder takes the wheel of your Cadillac. And death climbs in the back. O DEANNA. This is a car. O DEANNA. This is a gun. O DEANNA. And this a day number one. O DEANNA. Our little crimeworn histories. Black and smoking christmas trees. And honey it ain't mystery. Why you're a mystery to me. We will eat out of their pantries. And their parlours. Ashy leaving in their beds. And we'll unload into their heads. On this mean season. This little angel that I squeezin'. She ain't been mean to me. O DEANNA. O Deanna!. O DEANNA. You are my friend and my partner. O DEANNA. On this house on the hill. O DEANNA. And I ain't down here for your money. I ain't down here for your love. I ain't down here for your love or money. I'm down here for your soul. O DEANNA. I am a-knocking. O DEANNA. With my toolbox and my stocking. O DEANNA. And I'll meet you on the corner. O DEANNA. Yes you point it like a finger. O DEANNA. And squeeze its little thing. O DEANNA. Feel its kick hear its bang. And let no worry about its issue. Don't worry about where its been. and don't worry about where it hits. Cause it just ain't yours to sin. O DEANNA. No it just ain't your to sin. O DEANNA. Sweet Deanna. O DEANNA. And we ain't getting any younger. O DEANNA. And I don't intend gettin' any older. O DEANNA. The sun a hump at my shoulder. O DEANNA. O Deanna!. O DEANNA. Sweet Deanna. O DEANNA. And I ain't down here for your money. I ain't down here for your love. I ain't down here for your love of money.