Chopped up mammy and my pappy, set my house alight,
Bedded both my sisters and my cousins last night,
Took them little children from their house last week,
Put ‘em a in sack-o-stones and drowned em in the creek.
Why Lord, why Lord, help me see the light.
How can this be so wrong when it feels so right?
Who can stop me, who can drop me, now, today, tonight?
How can this be wrong when it feels so right?
Shot the reverend in the head, took the poor box money,
Bit the ear off Harry James, I know it ain’t that funny
But I laughed when the knife went it, I laughed as it came out,
That son-of-a-bitch he had it comin’, I let out a shout…
Tell me why Lord, why Lord, help me see the light.
How can all this be so wrong when it feels so right?
Call me a monster, call me daddy son, call me what you like
But tell me how can this be so wrong when it feels so right?
How come I feel so good when I do such bad?
All the killin, all the maimin, all the pleasurin I’ve had.
Why Lord, why Lord, help me see the light.
How can this be so wrong when it feels so right?
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credits
from Haunted,
released December 27, 2013
Written & produced by Ron Jon.
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