Culling Of The Fold - The Decemberists

Cut him up, boy

You’ve got to cut him up, boy

He’s a wicked disgrace

And he said it to your face

You better cut him up boy

Take by the teeth

Get him down on his knees

With your hands all shaking

That’ll teach him how to take it

Gotta cut him up, boy

Ply her heart with gold and silver

Take your sweetheart down to the river

Dash her on the paving stones

It may break your heart to break her bones

But someone’s got to do the culling

Of the fold

Cut him up, girl

Really cut him up girl

He lives by himself

In a hole in a wall

You’ve got to cut him up, girl

You can take him in a stitch

Dump his body in a ditch

Leave his limbs all naked

That’ll teach him how to take it

Better cut him up girl

Listen up boy

And listen up girl

It’s a shallow little trench

And it’s giving off a stench

It’s a shallow little world

Feeling down in the face

Could you use a little space?

When the radio crackles

And the in-laws cackle

Better cut him up boy

And cut him up, girl

Oh, the culling

Of the fold