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The Reverend had his wife in
By a guy I knew in school
He and a friend do her in
And make it look like a

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

The heathens were a thousand bucks
To eliminate
Plus they were paid 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 that Jesus
For the of the rest of us
The Reverend had his done in
For fifteen bucks

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

They her several times
And her there for dead
Bleeding and out
And gasping for
And they went out the 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 what she told him
Or know he told her
the Reverend did his wife in
Fifteen whacks, poker

The headlines out
"Brutal murder, small preacher's wife"
The crime rocked all of County
As new fact came to light

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

The preacher came home from the
And found policemen
The heathens, it seems, got up and drunk
And did a lot of

Life is cheap for a of creeps
But here is the smoker
Their prints found all 'round the room
But not on the fireplace

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

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

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