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On the night they killed Faye Tucker I was gambling away my last dime Well I pulled down the lever and I sent up a prayer That my luck would not be denied My luck would not be denied Roll out the head of Faye Tucker And never you mind what they say You may be reborn but it's all just for scorn And that's what you'll take to the grave That's what you'll take the grave Well the minister wants you to live now And the governor wants you to fry And whatever it was that you thought might occur They got something else on their minds Yeah they got something else on their minds If you live they gonna make you a campaigner If you die they gonna make you a grave Either way it goes down your life's not your own And that's why killin' don't pay That's why killin' don't pay Yeeeee-heeeeee Letras de cancionesI thought I heard the angel's bells But they were just the hounds of hell Yeah I thought I heard angel's bells But they were just the hounds of hell Tell me, what did you learn, Faye Tucker What will you take from this world Well mercy could prove us but nothing would move us To rise above just being cruel To rise above just being cruel From Letras Mania