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Dig the new breed, down from Bangor, Maine
Sunday afternoon, ruttin in the rain
Had long shaggy hair, hangin on down on the ground
Just to move his dung, took every man in town
He had great long horns harder than a pony keg
2 comin out his head and one between his legs
Great balls of thunder, full of spunk and shot
All the ladies blushed while the men were pourin draught
Lord he could ramble, lord he could rumble
When he took to stompin grown men would stumble
The slaughter house drowned in the ram's blood
The butcher's family washed away in the flood
The blood it flowed like a river to the sea
And baby, that's where they baptized me
Churchlady asked me, “Are you washed in the blood,
In the pore cleansing blood of that sacrificial lamb?”
Hell no I'm washed in the blood of the ram
Blood of the Ram [2004]
Blood of the Ram