Cooking Stove Beast

I come in and the cows come home
The men sit around and cuss
Wife covers ears, children can't hear
No one said much of a fuss

The cash keeps us fed with a thick feather bed
Brinem over to eat
The panther piss and with lady sweat drinks
Pass around 'til crawl on knees

One day we gone off the stove still cracklin
hotter than a bowl of hot tar chile in hell
The men rogalout piss the fire to calm out
The stove screamed and wailing

It chased 'round the house downstairs
Blood and ash paint the walls
Then up our stairs I hear it there
Screaming out threatening my gals

It came to mine the thng was iron thick iron
From a church steeple
I got it cheap thick as it is
From poverty strickt holy people!

Then I could smell the piss on the hot iron top
And burned up bloodied hearts
Fight that Beast a punch and a gun
I thought about it
And I didn't start

So I grabbed up the gals and hopped out the window
They're body cushioned my fall
I looked up as the house was clanging and reaking
The window too small

I surmised that I should run off and firnd
A big pond or lake
I stripped down naked now and
Front of the housefro a chase

I found in the door punching a hole
For the pipe to push through
The stove screaming wailing wanting
To fry my ass
And make blood stew!

I ran high and low
It got from yellow to red iron hot
Then over the sound I heard some birds
Pond sing and wet wood rot

Hopped in the drink cold
But the stove hopped in too
legs went red
The boiling water and thunder claps
Almost blew off my head

The ranch alone daughters back home
Shaking to the bone
Week later more hands to help
Asking of the red hand paint floor and-
Where's a stove?