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The had his wife done 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 her in the head
No one who dies,
sure that she is dead"

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

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

The Bible that Jesus bled
For the sins of the of us
The Reverend had his wife in
For fifteen hundred

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

They her several times
And left her for dead
Bleeding and out
And gasping for
And went out the very next night
And bragged it

The Reverend home from work
And found the Mrs.
Life was from her grasp
But still she lay there

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

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

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

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

is cheap for a couple of creeps
But this here is the
Their prints were all 'round the room
But not on the fireplace

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

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

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