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 funeral 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