Where the food is deep fried

Friends come to hang out

Families have their white fence

Back yard tree

See these families

They ain't mine

I woulda been almost 12

Before I killed my first foe

I'm Jilly Bee Joe

My middle name is represented

For the sting I bring before I lay you to rest

My mama is Faira Blank Joe

Her middle name represents the last memory

My pa is Jacle Hyde Joe

We never get to discuss his middle name

My older brother is Billy Sea Joe

He likes to drown people

My older sister is Tanatha Trama Joe

Well her middle name is easy to understand

We are southern people Pa says

And we don't let no bad walk this earth

We're not angels

For we sin for the body's we lay to rest

And one day we will eventually have to lay each other down

Cause our madness will eventually catch up

Ma doesn't like to talk about the death of her children

So she leaves the room

Ma is 5 months into her forth child

She is nervous this time around

She can't explain why but she feels the ground a trembling

Something is coming with this child and she doesn't understand yet

My Pa wakes us children up before dawn

Trama grabs her hammers

Sea grabs his ropes

And me miss bee, I grab my darts and arrows

Ma has been needing to sit the last couple battles out

Due to barring the baby and all

We walk up to the bar

I'm wearing a corset

Black and red

With a fluffy skirt

My sister is in white

It's only five minutes to lay out our prey

Bad men feeding on the young

I get him to the nearest room

Grab my dart from under my skirt

Stab him right in the neck

Blood is gushing out

I push him right out the window

Where Pa is waiting

I grab sheets and rugs

Anything dripping in blood

The room almost looks normal

I look in the mirror smirk at my bloody mess

Jump out the window

And another job well done

We get home we're ma

Has our baths ready

She comes in the one with me

She scrubs my back and body very well

To make sure no extra skin comes off

We hide our self very well

And blend to often

That even we make friends

We eventually have to bury them

No one in their right mind

Knows the work we perform

We are no angels

No saints

But we will come for you

We are the Joe family

And we kill the bad from this earth

We bury there bodies deeper then Normal

We let there body drift in the sea

We feed the sharks

And all the animals around us

We are the family that kills