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The Reverend had his wife in
By a guy I knew in high
He and a friend 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 eliminate
Plus they were paid hundred more
To get a gun

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It the preacher had a girl
He counseled on the
Now the shit was coming
And she was to lie

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

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

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

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

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