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I was trippin down Black Star Road.

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It?s where I found my new coyote coat.

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Took her home and showed her to the buck knife

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Hung her out on my tree so she could dry

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But this wasn?t your usual road kill

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It held the curse of the Little Miss Jack Spell


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So next I stepped out outa my home 

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I got this feeling inside my bones

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Started running thru the blood stained road

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Trying to find the old pack of coyote

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But this wasn?t your usual cuerpo 

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It had the soul that digged me a hole

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Now I could hear every voice of long past

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They said they knew why I had come back

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They said I was possessed by little miss jack

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To kill the man whose been setting traps

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But this wasn?t your usual cult

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hip to bone the dead coyote

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I never did wake from that trance

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I killed everyman with traps in his hands

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I killed everyman that walked on the path

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I killed everyone for little miss Jack