Shot down from the rafters and off to everafter

Consider this a failure, so be it--urchin promise

The curse is working--the trail of bodies

That leaves no suspect, what did you expect?

And get it, get it here, get it now

The news is not worthy

Don't even look

You're cornered into thinking

Invited to the lynching

Specify instructions

I'll shoot the arrow straight up

I'll frame your holy mugshot

Add insult to buckshot

And then I'll drink with glycerol frog-eye

Yeah, she can tell you every detail..

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