The
Reverend had his wife done in by a guy I knew in High School
He and a friend should do her in and make it look
like a robbery
"Here's money son,
go buy a gun and shoot her in the head
No one who dies, testifies,
make sure that she is dead"
The heathens were paid a thousand
bucks to eliminate someone
Plus they were paid five hundred
more to get themselves a gun
The guy I knew had a hunting knife,
"Why bother with a gun?
She'll still be dead, why sweat details,
as long as it gets done"
The Bible said that Jesus
bled for the sins of the rest of us
The Reverend has his wife done in for fifteen
hundred bucks
They knocked upon the door and
said their car broke down
And asked if they could use the phone for
a ride back into town
They stabbed her several times
and left her there for dead
Bleeding and crying out and
gasping for breath
And they went out the very next night and bragged about it
The Reverend came home from work
and found the Mrs. dying
Life was falling from her grasp but still
she lay there trying
No one will ever know what she told
him or know what he told her
'Cause the Reverend did his wife in,
fifteen whacks, fireplace poker
The headlines screamed out "Brutal Murder,
small town preacher's wife"
The crime rocked all of Colbert County
as each new fact came to light
It seems the Preacher had a girl
he counseled on the side
Now the shit was coming down and she was scared
to lie
The preacher came home from the funer
al and found Policemen waiting
The heathens, it seems,
got coked up and drunk and did a lot of communicating
Life is cheap for a couple of creeps
but this here is the smoker
Their prints were found all around the
room but not on the fireplace poker
The Preacher's
son brought his father home and followed him inside
Shots rang out in the Tuscumbia night.
Was he alone when he died?
"Don't call the son for questioning,
that bullet was deserved
Better call it suicide,
justice has been served"
Better call it suicide, justice has been served