Ivy creepin' up the old gravestonenIvy creepin' up the old gravestonenWillow tree swayin' like a ghost 'neath the yellow moonnThat big black train is moanin' at the stockyardsnThat big black train is moanin' at the stockyardsnnDevil bury daddy down deep in hellnThe last time I saw him, he was dead drunknLeavin' in a box carnnI'm one mean orphan hitchin' through the badlandsnI'm one mean orphan hitchin' through the badlandsnWith a cracked and faded picture of the man I call DadnnWhen I find you, you're gonna know itnYou're gonna sleep right next to your wife, mannI'm gonna teach you a lesson your kid has learnednNever go back on your wordnnI never knew my DadnBut I still want to meet himnI'm gonna show that man,nThere is some blood on your hands, DadnThere is some blood on your handsnnI never knew my DadnBut I still want to meet himnI'm gonna show that mannWhether you loved us or not, DadnGarbage is stuff you throw outnnCan't stop coughin' and my hat's filled with rainnCan't stop coughin' and my hat's filled with rainnI got hunger burnin'nLike a fever in my brainnMa got frail and I watched her suffernMa got frail and I watched her suffernnNow she's dead and her blood's on your handsnI swore to her I'd hunt you down and bury younRight next to her on our landnnI never knew my DadnBut I still want to meet himnI'm gonna show that man,nThere is some blood on your hands, DadnThere is some blood on your handsnnI never knew my DadnBut I still want to meet himnI'm gonna show that mannWhether you loved us or not, DadnGarbage is stuff you throw outnnI'm just the son you don't wantnYou don't wantnYou don't wantnYou don't