Having no idea that his youngest son was dead,
The farmer and his sweet young wife slept soundly in his bed
In the shadow of the mountain, as the cattle hung their heads

Grazing only feet from where the broken body lay
It would lay undiscovered for another several days,
When the farmer would find vultures at their banquet in the hay

The killer traveled eastbound in a golden brown sedan,
Weighing his most recent deviation from the plan
Counting down the hours 'till the sun came up again

Hired to hit the farmer, but the farmer's asshole son
Had not yet decided between poison or a gun
Suddenly he realized he would not use either one