Goodman Rag

I went on down for a walk in the woods
And then I had to see to my dismay
I met a ripper, a mysterious ripper
Something I'd have given away

I had to admit that I knew it was somewhere
In the back of my twisted mind
It seems the child who sprang up before me
Never going to be his kind

Hey, there, Mister Preacher
Hey, there, Mister Smith
If you recognise my friend
You'd better get a load of this

Goodman, I'm going to give you what you need
Goodman, I'm going to plant the demon seed

Don't want to stray
I'm never want to leave the path
I have to stay
'Cause I've got to make this feeling last

The sweet continued on with a journey
And my revelations came in a tale or two
Every word that my friend would say
I see them though, I saw right through

The puritans and the purifying
Raping women all through the streets
They offer bail on my friend's occasion
On every other day of the week

Hey, there, Mister Preacher
Hey, there, Mister Smith
If you recognise my friend
You'd better get a load of this

Goodman, I'm going to give you what you need
Goodman, I'm going to plant the demon seed

Don't want to stray
I never want to leave the path
I have to stay
'Cause I've got to make this feeling last
Oh, I do

Oh, take it to the bridge

Oh, but the lesson's learned and soon forgotten
Hardships coming to secret vales
They want to keep me hung on the crosses
They'll have to find some bigger nails

I walk the streets like a doubting Thomas
I swear at saints when they pass me by
Nothing's pure when everything's tainted
Where am I going to go when I die?

Hey, there, Mister Preacher
Hey, there, Mister Smith
If you recognise my friend
You'd better get a load of this

Goodman, I'm going to give you what you need
Goodman, I'm going to plant the demon seed

I don't want to stray
And I never want to leave the path
I have to stay
'Cause I've got to make this feeling last
I do, I surely do