Lyrics:

The flash pan hunter sways with the wind
And his rifle is the sound of the morning
Each sulfurous bullet way have it's own wit
Each cartridge comes with a warning
Beware of elaborate telescopic meat
It will find its way back to the forest

For Willem can't wait
To be Peg Leg's crown
As the briar is strangling
The rose back down

His back shall be my slender new branch
It will bend, it will sway in the breeze
As the devil does his polka
With a hatchet in his hand
As a sniper in the branches of the trees
The vulture flutters down
The snake sheds his dove
Willem's cutting off his fingers
So they'll fit into his glove

For Willem can't wait
To be Peg Leg's crown
As the briar is strangling
The rose back down
The briar is strangling
The rose back down