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
I´m down here for your soul