Sweet baby boy, rattlesnake in his handGrinnin' from the bottom of the cradle, I standLike a proud father would, who slipped into fatherhoodLike a tranceIf a proud father could, he would give his boyA fighting chanceI'm feelin' scared, I can't remember what forI think there's somethin' dark movin' under the floorYeah, my boy's outta snakesAnd he's hungry for moreBut my bones were set broken at birthSo I can't move to the doorI'm begging him"Please! Son, behave!I'm doin' all I can to saveAll our ancestors gaveAnd can't you hear them callin' you from the grave?Can't you hear them callin' you from the grave?Oh, can't you hear them callin' you from..."Tears are wellin' up like the tar in his eyesMy blood is runnin' thick as the fog outsideThere's a ghost in the cornerShe's tellin' me to"Run and hide."And my boy's eyes are red nowAnd he's growin' in sizeI'm begging him"Please! Son, behave!I'm doin' all I can to saveAll our ancestors gaveAnd can't you hear them callin' you from the grave?Oh, can't you hear them callin' you from the grave?Well, can't you hear them callin' you from..."(whispering)I recall the crooked soundOf a music box by my bedAnd the demons in my Daddy's eyesThat his crooked smile hidI can see the snakesMoving underneath his skinI guess I was Faust, thenBut now I'm himBut now I'm himI wake to the whispers of my boy's forked tongueThere's a chill in the room makin' the spiders runThere's a pause like a silent spaceAfter you cock a gunAnd I'm thinkin' to myself"My God, what have I done?"I'm askin' him"Son, do ya think that you're brave?To cast out all that I gave?Well, you can't kill the slaves, nowBecause we'll be callin' you from the graveYeah, we're your ancestral rayYeah, we're your ancestral ray."
