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The Reverend had his done in
By a guy I knew in high
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 that she is dead"

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

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

The Bible said that Jesus
For the of the rest of us
The Reverend had his done in
For hundred bucks

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 there for
Bleeding and out
And gasping for
And they went out the very night
And bragged it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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