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Yeah when |
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I go over yonder, |
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I will see my mother |
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My sister and my father, but my brother is going to hell |
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Yeah they hung him from the gallows |
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As the sun turned red from yellow |
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And the crowd they heard him halting |
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And they sighed with much relief |
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The preacher asked him for any last words |
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My brother spit on to his clean shirt |
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And he smiled without redemption |
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And said this is one soul |
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God don't need |
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Oh yes I loved him but |
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I won't miss him |
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As he's burning and he's twisting |
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For his heartless dedication |
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To the devil and it's creed |
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Oh as a child we called him rotten |
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Till he was lonely and forgotten |
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And he revenged our constant jeering |
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Oh with his every word and deed |
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Oh yeah and for my contribution |
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Oh and the souls lack of retribution |
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I would ask the |
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Lord's forgiveness on my very bended knee |
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Oh it's the tale of |
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Johnny Rotten |
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Yeah who was lonely and forgotten |
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And it's the tale of my only brother |
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And it's the tale of one bad seed |
