Harvest Time

Pretty girl slithers through the fields Bell around her neck swings out a cry Under the howling moon a warning In open fields of golden wheat asleep Before the ax comes down complete Cuts the farmer right in two A heel breaks off her favorite shoes High fashion turns to hobbles odd A road that beckons shadows on Leads beauty with her limp to work Chopping up farmers and assistants Might be wrong but no one listens A charming smile and personality Can take you far in life With little effort, an ax works better Looks good on any resume Everyone should have a mission Ejected blood in all directions Spews out profusely by night light They never saw it coming Lost souls planted in the ground Seems strange at harvest time A lovely girl with long blonde hair New white dress without a blemish Dressed to kill to quench her thirst To feed her pleasure for a harvest Beware the girl with alabaster skin Skinny, with a lust for murder over life Dripping with blood from head to toe Friendly to the strangers that she knows Her enemies love the work she does Not knowing what comes next Actions perpetrated in the field reflected Hair shimmering in the sins committed Ghostly midnight shines on them Slaughter with an attitude is best A sharp mind and weapon swinging Into skulls instead of golden wheat Requires skill when dressed to kill A bell around her neck is charming Rings out a warning for who is next Having an edge in life works best When gathering dead instead of crops