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

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

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

The guy I knew had a hunting
"Why with a gun?
still be dead, why sweat details
As as it gets done"

The Bible that Jesus bled
For the of the rest of us
The Reverend had his done in
For fifteen hundred

They knocked the door
Said their car down
And if they could use the phone
For a ride into town

They stabbed her several
And left her for dead
and crying out
And gasping for
And they went out the very next
And bragged it

The came home from work
And the Mrs. dying
Life was falling her grasp
But still she lay there

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

The screamed out
"Brutal murder, small preacher's wife"
The rocked all of Colbert County
As each new fact to light

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

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

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

The son brought his father home
And him inside
Shots rang out in the Tuscumbia
Was he alone he died?

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

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