Hookbutt's Medicine

The leather is loosened The fire is cooking And all the accoutrements are in their bag Take the tonic with you When he’s long gone in the brush In the waterfall is a statue To the magic of Hookbutt’s medicine The air is freshened The trial is over The trail to the gaping hole is flat He’s made the journey home Once the blood moon rises He’ll fill himself with the offerings Bottom’s up with the elixir Feel it crashing through the bone All the glory to the soul Everyone has the remedy, but it costs so much Let the tonic guide you To the stars and what they reveal Then we will build a statue For the success of Hookbutt’s last prescription Steve Murphy - Guitar, Bass Nick Nunziata - Drums, Guitar, Vocals