Butcher, Maker, Undertaker

Gallows tree is waitin' on the hill
The scent of death is heavy, hangin' stifling and still
I shot her daddy dead, the posse dragged me from my bed
Drawin' up my will

These items I bequeath unto my son
My bible, bullets, jeweled leather holster and my gun
And when he comes of age, tell him to turn another page
Revenge is fun

All the vultures and the buzzards circle overhead
I hear their icy cries
All the syphillitic whores of Babylon
I see the hellfire in their eyes
And when my time has come
I'll say my vengence has begun
A holy bloody nightmare underneath the burnin' sun
I'll be their butcher, maker, undertaker rolled into one

Now the hangman's come to cut me down
Soon I'll be with my honey in the unhallowed ground
All there is to do is wait, I'll meet you at the devil's gate
I'm goin' down
All there is to do is wait, I'll meet you at the devil's gate
I'm goin' down
All there is to do is wait, I'll meet you at the devil's gate
I'm goin' down, down, down, down

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