SPIT ON MY GRAVE IF IT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER BABY,
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CURSE MY NAME TO THE HEAVEN'S ABOVE AND MAYBE,
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I'LL THROW YOU DOWN A LADDER IN THE SHAPE OF A STREAK OF LIGHTNING,
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I MAY HAVE BEEN SNUFFED OUT, IT'S SO FRIGHTENING ,
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YOU HAVEN'T SEEN NOTHING UNTIL YOU'VE SEEN -
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THE GHOST OF REVEREND GREENE.
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YOU CAN TELL YOUR STORY'S TO WORTHLESS MAGAZINES,
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SELL YOURSELF UP THE RIVER IN BLACK LIMOUSINES,
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BUT DON'T CRAWLING TO ME ON HANDS AND KNEES,
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I'D LIKE TO KICK YOU IN THE TEETH,
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BUT I'M 6 FOOT UNDERNEATH,
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YOU HAVEN'T SEEN NOTHING UNTIL YOU'VE SEEN -
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THE GHOST OF REVEREND GREENE.
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I'D ALWAYS THOUGHT WE HAD SOMETHING SPECIAL BETWEEN US,
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SOMETHING SPECIAL THAT NOW SEEMS SO HOLLOW,
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SO I'LL LEAVE OUT THE BEDROOM CEILING,
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AND RETIRE TO THE ATTIC TO WHENCE MY LIFE HATH NO MEANING,
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HERE LIES THE GHOST OF REVEREND GREENE.
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THROW YOUR FIST INTO THE AIR IF YOU HAVE TO,
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WEAR GARLIC NECKLACES MAYBE THAT WOULD SUIT YOU,
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YOU DROVE ME OUT TO THE POINT OF NO RETURN
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WITH YOUR UNCANNY WICKED WAYS AND FOR THIS YOU MUST IN TURN,
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YOUR NOT GETTING OF LIGHTLY,
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NOT UNTIL YOU'VE SEEN THE GHOST OF REVEREND GREENE.
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HONEY YOU MAY HAVE GOTTEN AWAY WITH MURDER,
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AND I MAY HAVE LOST YOU TO ANOTHER,
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BUT I'M BACK
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THE GHOST OF REVEREND GREENE.
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OOOOO, OOOOO
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THE GHOST OF REVEREND GREENE.
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The Ghost of Reverand Greene
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Madness |