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Bastard son of the carnival strongman,taught to fear the white rat by his great-granddad.Still he ain't no slouch at crammin' 'em inwith a bullhorn in his hand.Formaldehyde's half empty but he tops it offwith a bottle of burglar's wine.They beat a blind man to death with his own damn caneon a jam-packed saturday night.Well he's the devil's understudy, you know he's always readyto fill in in a pinch.Well he gon' try to be your buddy, or maybe be your honeybaby just grab an inch.He says the grindin' wheel always gets the grease,though the blade is bloody and dull.But your ????? flies with the greatest of easewith a bible, candle, and skull, boys.Bible, candle and skull.B-B-B-Bible, candle and skull, boys.Bible, candle and skull.Equal parts floozy and flim-flam,Letras de cancionesshe's the ugly one in her one-woman band.She says he ain't Mr. right, but he's Mr. right now,yeah he's my presidential confidence man.He's kissin' hands and shaking babiesfrom Herkimer to Hades, with his third-place trophy bride.Plantin' seeds of deception like a kudzu weedjust hold it out, drop it, and run for your life!Well even a two-headed fetus outta have a good home,not in the trunk where jumper cables belong.But that's just that kind of thing that'll set you off,resist his bible, candle and skull, boys.Bible, candle and skull.B-B-B-Bible, candle and skull, boys.Bible, candle and skull.Well the candle's snuffed and there's nothing leftin the spotlight but bugs and bats.He took his one-drop rule complimentary muleand a dirt road to Arkansass,to his hometown of Hope at last! From Letras Mania