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The Reverend had his done in
By a guy I knew in high
He and a friend do her in
And make it look a robbery

"Here's money, son, go buy a gun
And her in the head
No one who dies,
Make sure she is dead"

The heathens were a thousand bucks
To eliminate
Plus they were five hundred more
To get a gun

The guy I had a hunting knife
"Why bother with a
still be dead, why sweat details
As long as it done"

The Bible said Jesus bled
For the of the rest of us
The Reverend had his wife in
For fifteen bucks

They upon the door
Said their car broke
And asked if could use the phone
For a ride back town

stabbed her several times
And left her there for
and crying out
And gasping for
And they out the very next night
And about it

The Reverend came from work
And found the Mrs.
Life was falling her grasp
But she lay there trying

No one will ever know she told him
Or what he told her
'Cause the Reverend did his in
whacks, fireplace poker

The screamed out
"Brutal murder, small town wife"
The crime rocked all of County
As new fact came to light

It the preacher had a girl
He on the side
Now the was coming down
And she was to lie

The preacher came home the funeral
And policemen waiting
The heathens, it seems, got coked up and
And did a lot of

Life is for a couple of creeps
But this is the smoker
Their were found all 'round the room
But not on the poker

The preacher's son his father home
And him inside
Shots rang out in the night
Was he when he died?

"Don't the son for questioning
That was deserved
call it suicide, justice has been served"
Better call it suicide, has been served

The Reverend had his done in
By a guy I in high school
He and a friend do her in
And make it like a robbery