My Brother Is The Meatman

There’s kerosene on the bed
A laughing goat under head
But oh no, oh no, I, I will not go
Toward the crooked rain
My brother is the meatman
But I belong to the band
With a chuckle from ear to ear
In his smiling eyes, I fear
But I licked your bark with my bloody tongue
But I will not come
My brother is the meatman
But I belong to the band
My brother is the meatman
But I belong to the band