Its basically just verse - , and chorusish part - , [Paul] The Spanish moss drapes the tree line so thick I can barely see the path in front of me, walking this morning. Underneath the sun, without a cloud to block out Heaven, or maybe up there is the devil. I'm not certain. The Lord's Glory is Terrible, but Just, and I am ready to go forth into battle as His weapon. But I ain't seen a single soul since I came into Moss Bluff. It makes me wonder what I've done to lose God's grace. Down the road a great tree reaches up to rival Heaven. Or maybe up there is the devil, at least in this place. The price for God's Protection is Heavy, but I will yield so I can go forth into battle with His shield. A crowd gathers around down there beneath the mighty branches, the red leaves and blackened apples of the tree. They sing and dance a twisted joy that's not a thing of heaven. It must be of the Devil, plain to see. The flames of the Lord's Justice burn with Cruelty, but Precision against all who deny they are His children. So turn now to the Righteous path, for God will not be waiting to grab your soul from Satan at the End Times. The crowd scatters away, leaving just one man in the picture. He breathes of darkness, sips of liquor red as wine. And I reach for the lord's sword, but there's nothing for me to grab as the sky turns red and the sun goes black. [Tommy] Well preacher man, this must be the first day you've been in town. If you need a guide to what's around, Hell, I'll oblige. You see I wipe my ass with scripture, I spit on the gates of heaven. Fool, you're talkin' to the Devil, are you blind? Satan's Price is Terrible and collected without reason. But drink here of this gin and you could meet him.