THE TALE OF MO' CALASKI'S HEAD

Well I work, Until my fingers bleed
And I hurt, for what the world has done to me
And I loved this woman like she came out of a dream
But just like all the others, she proved a no good cheat
A no good cheat.

Well I hate, hate, hated, that man that turned her head
But I knew that fate would soon be bringing me Mo'Calaski's head,
It was on a cold october night, on the eve of the dead
When that heartless slimy bastard got the taste of my lead
I shot him dead.

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Well I shot shot shot that man until he died
And I stood there over him, watching his blood thin
Happy as I watched his life slowly leave him.

Well I saw his eyes darken and I saw his skin pale
I took away his future and his right to a Christian grave,
I felt the fury leave me as I stood under the moon
I needed the fire of whisky, I needed O'malley's saloon.

I was greeted by the lipstick of a dancer called Elaine
And she took me upstairs and she took away my pain,
Well she paid me sweet attention and I paid her all her dues
Although I was empty of my demons, I still felt the hand of doom.

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Well that night I lay sweating, my brow was all aflame
The hours bought a fever, It was the touch of Samhain,
My pistol lay beside me happy as a loyal pet
It knew nothing of my pain it knew nothing of regret.
The whore lover to the left of me, my fury to my right
The stoic moon watched over the gloom and welcomed the evil night.

Well the panic through that small town wrenched me from my slumber
And I rushed to the window unaware of the curse I'd put us under,
It was Mo' Calaski's corpse, it had returned from the dead,
Blasting a hole the size of a large turnip through Gabe McKindrick's head,
The explosion of his six guns, lit the entire street
Children's faces in the windows caught in frozen silent screams.
Monaghan McMonahaine came behind raising a shovel,
But Calaski's guns were fast and after the blast
Monahaine's head was in a puddle.
His mouth it bubbled open, his eyes in shock surprise,
He never knew that you could behead a man with the blast of a forty-five.
My mind was in confusion, I just didn't understand
For within the silver moonlight, the silver in my hand
Had killed that man.

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Well I grabbed my trusty fury and I took hold of my shot-gun,
A gift my father gave me because I hadn't got one,
I rushed out onto main street, blasting thunder from my fist,
Lightening splitting raindrops, cutting through the spurting scarlet mist.
Each and every angry bullet passed right through Calaski
And as I landed in the sopping mud, he was standing tall above me,
His eyes screamed of creation, the cosmic birth of all desire,
This man had taken my woman, now he would take my life.

Within that single moment, facing such a tragic loss
A revelation struck me, speaking of love, revenge and cost.
I had no hold over that angel that had taken to another wind
And all my motives for justice were born from my sin.
I had made a man in-human in that hour of the witch
And the crafts that had created him were the jealousies in which all man's pride sits.

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Well, O'malley came out blasting, a look of death in his eyes,
Striding through heaven's tears chanting bible verse and line,
The main street looked a chapel, candles lined along the road,
The rain it couldn't kill them and the evil wind just moaned.
The clouds, they all collected, becoming Cathedral, peaked and spired,
The barkeep glowed in the orange light, a preacher wreathed in fire.
He blew a hole right through Calaski, then shot away one hand.
The demon cowboy twitched a bit, then returned to his killing plan.

"I'm calling in your tab"! Said O'malley without a smile.
Calaski raised his pistol, said "I'll pay up on the other side"!
But the gift my father gave me, roaring like a bell
Ripped apart the road on main street opening a gateway to hell.
The candles burned around us, igniting heaven's tears
And at last I saw, in Calaski's face, a freezing gripping fear.
I blew away his working arm and took out both his legs
nd before his torso hit the ground I had shot away his head.
It flew right up into the night, a comet through the air
Landing upon a blazing flame that replaced that evil stare.
O'malley said, tilting his head, "Well, aint that a Goddamned thing"!
And I knew that Goddamned was I for my unforgivable sin.

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Well that town never forgot, nor forgave that evil curse
And every anniversary that followed they remembered the hurt,
They had met death in their small town, witnessed evil in their land
All because of the jealousies in the mind of a single man.
They placed faces in the windows with burning watching eyes
So everyman they looked upon remembered the folly in desire.
So when you're scooping out that pumpkin or thinking of revenge
You'd be wise to remember the tale of
Mo' Calaski's Head.