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Go down Matthew, down belowThere are footsteps in the mud for you to followThe black eyed boy with the crocodile smile made his way to TenneseeThey dipped his head in a river and said "blessed son, you're free"The shackled bride with the violet eyes fled LafayetteShe'd sooner stone Al Capone than pay a rich man's debtGo down Matthew, down belowThere are footsteps in the mud for you to followHe caught her eye on the fourth of July, waving an American billHe walked towards her with a prisoner's limp and a bottle of swillMidnight came on an empty street, a shitfaced CinderellaSang "Devil's gonna git you" and bit his lip, Sweet Bessie a capellaGo down Matthew, down belowThere are footsteps in the mud for you to followThe smell of Satan like a bouillabaisse of gasoline and burnt tiresShe fled the scene like a wolverine from a forest fireThey found the chief in his sunday briefs, the press armed with inkThe sheriff said "they're probably dead, now get yourself a drink"SongtexteGo down Matthew, down belowThere are footsteps in the mud for you to followPut your shovel in the ground, MatthewPut your shovel in the ground, MatthewPut your shovel in the ground, MatthewPut your shovel in the ground, Matthew Aus Songtexte Mania