Three Women, Georgia

Met a small dirty man in my darkroom
Tried to claim my body and mind;
Chopped off his head and fed him to 3 women
From the depths of my soul

We took a walk around my little old village
Stopped in the theater and the gallery;
Had on a play about an ancient baby
And an exhibit on my dead body

Oh, Georgia;
You're on my mind again
You know they say about dysphoria
It catches up with ya;
You let your guard down for a minute it'll kill ya

I wanna wake up in the morning
Feel the sweet sun on my face
Chop off my beard, and my Hitler moustache;
Don't you know it isn't me?

I wanna get up in the morning
Drink a whole pot of coffee
Eat a great plate of gravy
With you

Oh, Georgia;
You're on my mind again
You know they say about dysphoria
It's gotta own ya;
It tells sweet lies of you to everyone who sees ya
And it'll kill ya

It'll kill ya