You get what for the pay a child in the kitchen and one on the way

Red grows the river in the battle for life
Shard is the vicar of the sharpened knife
We are visitors the dead are but gone to home
Slavers of anger still in the glen we kill the last of them
Nobody to honor nobody to cry wife and child also die
Red grows the river no one can drink worse than ink

You get what for the pay a child in the kitchen and one on the way

A clip on the TV left all to see a man beheaded
We got us threes flying at treetop he talks well
Fingers slip sends that one to hell
Next is informative ankles to the sky
Not so sure he is willing to die

You get what for the pay a child in the kitchen and one on the way

Red grows the river but not from men or their kin
For we took them all to a pile burned them up for sin
Money is the taste we give some will die most will live
From the black of the oil that floats down to the bank
It’s the kind of expression that brings more from home
Red
You get what for the pay a child in the kitchen and one on the way


Red grows the river as it works its way to the hope
Heads neatly put on stick aggression is common not sick
Its mighty rough world in which we live body and soul we give
In a tree they swing high took out two building from the sky
Payment is on the way 100 tonner in each bay
I left all the love back home on the farm chicken are in the barn
Red grows the river and soft are the lies my woman over my body cries

You get what for the pay a child in the kitchen and one on the way