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Abraham Lincoln

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Oh Abraham Lincoln, carried across the street
Oh Abraham Lincoln, carried across the street
The assassin, the coward,
shot him in the head,
The assassin, the serpent,
Struck him then he fled

Oh many, many many people, gather to hear the word.
Oh many, many many people, tremble at what they've heard.
Snickering, drunkards, from cover of dark.
Treachery's thier master,
murder is thier heart.

From the table, rips his chair.
Cross the people on the stairs.
Watch the limbs running for.
All across an empty bar.

Oh Abraham Lincoln, buried him in his grave.
Oh Abraham Lincoln, buried him in his grave.
The assassin, the coward, no grave for you.
The assassin, the actor, no cross for you.

From the table, rips his chair.
Cross the people on the stairs.
Watch the limbs running for.
All across an empty bar

Contributed by Alan Smithee - 2010/9/8 - 01:29



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