*¨¨* The spawn of satan *¨¨*
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I've met the spawn of satan, I stared him in the eye
Darn good for nothing buzzard, spewing stench and lies
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A drunk killer of women, a no good rotten slime
A yella-belly bastard, who caused my eyes to cry
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You know I've got his number and he's about to die
But before he's blown to splinters, his carcass gonna fry
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So get my guns, my brothers, my pistols cold and true
As night covers this desert, I'll kill a dog or two
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He came upon my Mary, who's eyes were heaven's blue
With smiles so sweet and tender, an angel through and through
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I buried her this morning, as the dawn broke over head
She's resting now so peaceful, in her deep grassy bed
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By this time tomorrow, that killer will be dead
And here will lie his tomb stone, upon it can be read
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copyright©2006Irene
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