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The berries are black and ripe and ready for picking |
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The chicken is dead, but it's still kicking |
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& theres one thing you must never forget; |
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What you did that night behind the hanging shed. |
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The goods you promised me, they were never delivered |
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Your cheques are curling at the corners, yellow and withered |
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& theres one thing I won't let you forget; |
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What you did that night behind the hanging shed... |
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A strange unholy tale/a man beyond the pale |
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A men possessed by greed/a pasture gone to weed/an ugly wound unveiled |
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One thing kind sir, still hanging over your head |
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Is what you did that night hehiod the hanging shed. |
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The moon is full and fat and white and sick to the core |
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The blind man is croaking with his hand out for more |
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& theres one thing I will never forget; |
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What you did that night behind the hanging shed |
