Jawbone and the Air-Rifle

The rabbit killer left his home for the club
 And said goodbye to his infertile spouse
 Carried air rifle and firm stock of wood
 Carried night-site telescope light
 A cemetery overlooked clough valley of mud
 And the grave-keeper was out on his rounds
 Yellow-white shirt buried in duffle coat hood
 Keeping edges out with mosaic color stones
 Jawbone and the air rifle
 Who would think they would bring harm?
 Jawbone and the air rifle
 One is cursed and one is borne
 The air rifle lets out a mis-placed shot
 It smashed a chip off a valued tomb
 Grave-keeper tending wreath-roots said
 "Explain, move into the light of the moon"
 "I thought you were rabbit prey, or a loose sex criminal"
 Rifleman he say "Y'see I get no kicks anymore
 From wife or children four
 There's been no war for forty years
 And getting drunk fills me with guilt
 So after eight, I prowl the hills
 Eleven o'clock, I'm too tired to f**k
 Y'see I've been laid off work"
 The grave-keeper said
 "You're out of luck
 And here is a jawbone caked in muck
 Carries the germ of a curse
 Of the Broken Brothers Pentacle Church
 Formed on a Scotch island
 To make you a bit of a man"
 Jawbone and the air rifle
 Who would think they would bring harm?
 Jawbone and the air rifle
 One is cursed and one is warm
 The rabbit killer did not eat for a week
 And no way he can look at meat
 No bottle has he anymore
 It could be his mangled teeth
 He sees jawbones on the street
 Advertisements become carnivores
 And roadworkers turn into jawbones
 And he has visions of islands, heavily covered in slime
 The villagers dance round pre-fabs
 And laugh through twisted mouths
 Don't eat
 It's disallowed
 Suck on marrowbones and energy from the mainland
 Jawbone and the air rifle
 Who would think they would bring harm?
 Jawbone and the air rifle
 One is cursed and one is gone