it s white trash sunday on the farm i see the telephone wires the way they go and go into the distance and i hear the cars passing by and the wicked tree branches reaching out they try to catch the moon with their long black nails try to catch a dream passing by like a cloud in the sky oh i see an orange cat he always runs away at night and a fox in the field what s the deal i m walking long the tracks where the mighty tractor has passed looks like the spine of a dinosaur back i bet he was big and black oh i bet he was big big and black gave all the others a heart attack oh it s hard being big and black he gave all the creatures a heart attack oh it must be hard being big and black giving everyone a heart attack they pull the pistols without second thoughts and bam bam bam he got shot 