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The Reverend had his done in
By a guy I in high school
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 paid a thousand bucks
To someone
they were paid five hundred more
To get a gun

The guy I knew had a knife
"Why bother with a
She'll still be dead, why sweat
As as it gets done"

The Bible said that bled
For the sins of the of us
The Reverend had his wife in
For hundred bucks

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

They her several times
And her there for dead
and crying out
And gasping for
And they went out the very night
And about it

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

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

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

It seems the had a girl
He counseled on the
Now the shit was down
And she was to lie

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

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

The preacher's son brought his home
And him inside
Shots out in the Tuscumbia night
Was he alone when he

"Don't call the son for
That was deserved
call it suicide, justice 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 look like a