I don't own Jim Croce's music, nor do I own Balyn. That right belongs to Dezopenguin. If you haven't read his bloodborne fic yet, stop and go read it. Then come back, put on 'Don't Mess Around With Jim,' and enjoy.
Mensis got its scholars,
Yharnam got its whores.
Hunter's Dream got
Hunter Gherman
He's the kid of a Great Old One.
He don't get around 'cause he's wheelchair bound,
But he's stronger than the damned Old Lords.
And when the Palebloods all get together at night,
You know they all call Gherman boss. (Just because)
And they say:
You don't reach for Maria's corpse,
You don't touch the Winter Lanterns.
You don't pull the mask offa miss Eileen
And you don't fight with old Gherman.
Well outta 'sefka's clinic came a country boy,
'said I'm lookin' for old Gherman.
I'm a Paleblodd hunter
My name is Hunter Balyn,
But down home they call me 'Lyn.
Yeah I'm looking for the king of the Hunter's Dream
He's riding a wooden wheelchair.
Tonight he made me kinda bloody
And it may sound funny,
But I've come to make him bloody back.
And the Doll went, "Say jack, don'tcha know:"
You don't reach for Maria's corpse,
You don't touch the Winter Lanterns.
You don't pull the mask offa miss Eileen
And you don't fight with old Gherman.
Well a hush fell over the bath store,
As Gherman come to Balyn beat.
But when the cuttin' was done,
The only part that wasn't bloody
Was the soles of the big man's feet.
Yeah he was cut in 'bout a hundred places,
And he was shot in a couple more.
And you better believe
They sung a different kinda story
When Gherman hit the floor.
(Now they say)
You don't reach for Maria's corpse,
You don't touch the Winter Lanterns.
You don't pull the mask offa miss Eileen
And you don't mess around with Lyn.
(Yeah Gherman got his hat.
Find out where it's at;
And it's not fightin' people strange to you.
Even if you do got a 2-piece custom made trick weapon)
You don't reach for Maria's corpse,
You don't touch the Winter Lanterns.
You don't pull the mask offa miss Eileen
And you don't fight with old Gherman.