On a Tuesdee it was, or maybe it was Sundee
My memory’s foggy and flaky at best
5am start, I put my old hands to working
And when the boss wasn’t looking, I went for the axe
With one solid blow, right there near the axe stand
I lobbed off my right hand, just sliced it clean off
And smart though it did, and it took much endurance
Used the cash from my insurance to pay for the ring
Tell it right - No more your fibs and lies
Never a season lasts - under the future, we bury the past
She always hid out in the shadows in the sand dunes
And one night by the full moon, I took to one knee
I knew she was shy, but when I did show her
The ring I done bought her, she started to cry
Tell it right - No more your tall tale lies
Never a season lasts - under the future, we bury the past
That night that she kissed me, her feathers and wings fell off, I’m telling the truth
Your Nan was a harpy, and her talons are still right there, inside her shoes
Tell it right - No more your tall tale lies
Never a season lasts - under the future
Tell it right - No more your tall tale lies
Never a season lasts - under the future, we bury the past