Rowan Simmons - Reverend Martin
Reverend Reverend MartinI've got something to say
I shot a man and ate him
Just to find out how he'd taste
I tanned his hide for leather
I boiled his bones for stock
I soaked his brain in whiskey
And used his guts for broth
His name was Severin Phillips
He was a strong and lean young man
Had three sons and a daughter
And he loved his wife Luanne
Told him I was building a stable
That I'd need some lumber for
When he towed them logs down to my lake
I pulled the trigger on my .44
And I know
And I know
That there ain't no god who wouldn't damn my soul
And I know
And I know
That I'm hangin'
Reverend Reverend Martin
How dare you judge me now
Y'all eat the body and drink the blood
Every Sunday in the church house
The Apostles did so why can't I
Mix that man's blood with my wine
It's all the same as some eggs and steak
It's a living thing we ate
Don't you get me wrong now
I know the evil I have made
Orphaned four young children
And left nothing for the grave
Something done possessed me
Its commands did make me sick
As I skinned poor Severin Phillips
And country fried his... yeah
And I know
And I know
That there ain't no god who wouldn't damn my soul
And I know
And I know
That I'm hanging
Written by:
Rowan Simmons
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