The Tale of Dead Ol Fred
Renny told me not to trust the yellow skies
Your sharpie smile or your crossed out eyes
I watch sneak across the floor
Hunched down behind the kitchen door
I swing my first, my body slam
Who the fuck you think I am?

You won't get me
You won't get my mind
Oh no

But with this price upon my head
Crystal waters running red
So they call me Dead Ol' Fred

Beatles pass on broken glass, my sacred home
Grind my wicked teeth, eat my brittle bones
But I ain't holy, I ain't love
I am godless, stained with blood
I scream and kick the window pane
Who sent you first will bleed my name
You won't take me
You won't take my time
Fuck no

But with this price upon my head
Crystal waters running red
So the call me Dead Ol' Fred

You can't have me
You can't have my life
Fuck you

But with this price upon my head
Crystal waters running red
So the call me Dead Ol' Fred

Put your price upon my head
Leave trail burning red
This ain't the last of Dead Ol' Fred