But since you've come to trust us,
I'll tell you the gist of it now
You mar ried into the family
Knowin' we were secretive
Wink at Blinkin' and Emily
Our rules to live and let live
Trim the candle way down low
Someone died by an act of God
Conducted through a lightning rod
No one bore witness but the chickens
Our kin run off like dickens,
who's to blame is not in question,
it's a haunted history lesson
We will not let you go, no,
The husband of the firstborn daughter
Each generation is marked for slaughter
Left Nova Scotia once Acadia
Settled in South Louisiana
Cold revenge followed us here
We linger in doubt and live in fear
As far as we know they remember, yeah
The only question I've got for you
Trim the candle way down low