I can still taste you
White hot linger on my lips
Tattooed on my tongue

My heart had become stone
Like a victim of Medusa's stare
Cold, hard and lacking of any love
I thought it'd be trapped for an eternity or two

But along came a shy girl
Such a surprise to me
I wondered what her intentions were
Curious, and slightly stricken

This girl knew what she wanted
She began to chip away at this encased part of me
Every day, a little more would come off
So diligent, she worked with a sense of determination

I showed her there was more to this
That there was something under it all
Even though she could of walked away
What she did was stay

Even when the rocky slab seemed like it couldn't break
She still pressed on, undeterred
Until one day, it finally happened
What was nothing but stone, now resembled a heart

And for her hard work
My heart was hers
And once again to my surprise
Her heart became mine

Such luck and such beauty out what I never thought could be

I'm not a manufactured cowboy
Don't you dare call me one
I'm just a simple man
A tattooed hellbilly from a small Illinois town
I know of loss, sorrow and woe
And I don't give a **** about tailgates or daisy dukes

Too many folks talk too much
Throwing words around, saying they're outlaws
You ain't no outlaw and that is plain as day
There's many dues that you haven't paid
Country radio all sounds the same
Not one true, blue word in anything they say

When did so many people lose their soul
Become cookie cutter, and not care anymore
I miss the sound of real guitars and fiddles being played
Not interested in the trash that's get peddled these days
I'm not turning coat, not softening my stance
I'm a real **** hellbilly, and real **** proud

She's my Tennessee honey
My blue eyed baby
Her kisses are sweeter then the whiskey
With a smile so soft
She will make you see stars

When she catches a buzz
I catch one off of her
When she gives me that look
She shines brighter then a bonfire light
Just want to drink from her lips all night

Oh, Good ol' Ed was a very strange fellow
Good ol' Ed was a quiet one
Good ol' Ed laughed to himself
Good ol' Ed was someone nobody could understand

Oh, Good ol' Ed loved women
Good ol' Ed loved his women dead
Good ol' Ed love their skin
Good ol' Ed loved to wear their skin

Oh, Good ol' Ed had many prized possessions
Good ol' Ed had a lamp shade made out of a face
Good ol' Ed had bowls made out of skulls
Good ol' Ed had a heart in a sauce pan

Oh, Good ol' Ed wasn't so good after all
Good ol' Ed had his share of issues
Good ol' Ed loved too much to play with dead things
Good ol' Ed wasn't so good after all

I fight for the gods
To make it to Valhalla
Thirsting for sweet war

This night has been planned
This night is special
This is the night that is right
This is the night of ritual

A coven of witches, with a passion for Satan
Are ready to show their undying love
With a willing victim, only in her teens
A sacrifice is what they need
These witches undress
Showing their bodies to the night
Scarred with symbols of Lucifer
They have desecrated themselves

The victim writhes in pain
She is giving birth
But not to a beautiful baby
Instead to a horrid beast
Cackling sounds of glee fill the air
As an abomination comes into this world

An undeniable evil now is here
Writhing in the arms of a witch
It's twisted form already growing bigger
With thoughts of havoc building within