Folk Magick from Small Flames by Dylan Blackthorn

Mr. Money Devil has a lucky penny
and a dollar folded into a bow
He's red and green and yellow
yella through and through
and he'll get a dollar, yes he'll get a dollar out of you
And he skulks around my porch, and on the street corner
with a leering grin - A grin that will scorch the conscience
of a soul drenched in sin - he's inviting more money in
The penny was attached to a knife
That forged by a father for his son
And this made it luckier than most lucky pennies out there For it bore the gift of a generation
The penny it was thought could amplify its luck
By hiding it inside a cuckoo clock
But Mr. Money Devil got a hold of it first
And now he's even harder, harder to stop
And he skulks around my porch, and on the street-corner
with a leering grin -
A grin that will scorch the conscience of a soul
Drenched in sin - he's inviting more money in
His bow tie was a dollar that was kept inside a hat
For many of the greasy years
the dollar was left lying as a gift
and on it was wish't
It was wished upon 18 times - with 18 different rhymes -
and all of them little wishes came to be true
Mr. Money Devil has a lucky penny
and a dollar folded into a bow
He's red and green and yellow
yella through and through
and he'll get a dollar, yes he'll get a dollar out of you

• Accordion
• Folk
• folk punk
• goblincore
• instrumental
• taverncore
• Austin