"i belong in your corn field tonight... what the heck, miy corn field, get out of town... you need scoundrels behind your back taking me away to find what youve done to god himself.... my lands, wheres the baby! take me there oel bagga, ill be thinking my way out of this mess in your faunt doors, leading me down once again....without echos ... so will they, without echos, tail you in the right, ye fagot!"