Testo di Discretion

Having no idea that his youngest son was dead The farmer and his sweet young wife slept soundly in his bed In the shadow of the mountain as the cattle hung their heads Grazing only feet from where the broken body lay And would lay undiscovered for another several days When the farmer would find vultures at their banquet in the hay The killer traveled eastbound in a golden brown sedan Weighing his most recent deviation from the plan Counting down the hours til the sun came up again Hired to hit the farmer by the farmer's asshole son He had not yet decided between poison or a gun When suddenly he realized he would not use either one