Deep downtown at a popular bar
Darkness brought death like a shooting star
Two men dead down at Bloody-Red
One took a gun to the other's head
Thus began a belligerent feud
Sickly scenes that soon ensued
Left was a lad in an old overcoat
Who used the dead man's forehead to carve a note
Inscribing words with a venomous passion
Declared a vendetta in a vociferous fashion:
"To those who grieve for such a contemptible kind
You will soon find your head shoved up your behind.
I'm enraged! (things looked grim)
You living longer looks mighty slim.
I'm the angel of death. Dont bother to pray
A visit to hell is but a few minutes away."
The pasty face signed: A Soul Disgraced
Looked up at him as if all his sins were erased
Maybe a true angel told him what was to come:
A shot in the gut of the one who made him a victim.
Mystery man number two was a Jew named Jebadiah
He ran out from the kitchen when he heard the gun fire
And crouched quietly like a cat till the ruckus was done
Then jumped out at the man blazing his guns.
Shoot now - Think later. He snapped at his target like an alligator
Or a "Vernishious Knid" -- in a desperate bid --- to rid himself of the perpetrator.
Well the angel of death took his last breathe as his soul escaped from his eyes
He'd meet the Burning Baker -- The Nightmare-Maker -- retribution for a life of lies
So a Soul Disgraced was put in his place
by a blistering bullet that was poison-laced
And Jebadiah
the self-proclaimed pariah
Was left with cleaning up
A mess that required fighting fire with fire
Darkness brought death like a shooting star
Two men dead down at Bloody-Red
One took a gun to the other's head
Thus began a belligerent feud
Sickly scenes that soon ensued
Left was a lad in an old overcoat
Who used the dead man's forehead to carve a note
Inscribing words with a venomous passion
Declared a vendetta in a vociferous fashion:
"To those who grieve for such a contemptible kind
You will soon find your head shoved up your behind.
I'm enraged! (things looked grim)
You living longer looks mighty slim.
I'm the angel of death. Dont bother to pray
A visit to hell is but a few minutes away."
The pasty face signed: A Soul Disgraced
Looked up at him as if all his sins were erased
Maybe a true angel told him what was to come:
A shot in the gut of the one who made him a victim.
Mystery man number two was a Jew named Jebadiah
He ran out from the kitchen when he heard the gun fire
And crouched quietly like a cat till the ruckus was done
Then jumped out at the man blazing his guns.
Shoot now - Think later. He snapped at his target like an alligator
Or a "Vernishious Knid" -- in a desperate bid --- to rid himself of the perpetrator.
Well the angel of death took his last breathe as his soul escaped from his eyes
He'd meet the Burning Baker -- The Nightmare-Maker -- retribution for a life of lies
So a Soul Disgraced was put in his place
by a blistering bullet that was poison-laced
And Jebadiah
the self-proclaimed pariah
Was left with cleaning up
A mess that required fighting fire with fire
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