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Introdução:
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I was trippin down Black Star Road.
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It?s where I found my new coyote coat.
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Took her home and showed her to the buck knife
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Hung her out on my tree so she could dry
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But this wasn?t your usual road kill
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It held the curse of the Little Miss Jack Spell
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So next I stepped out outa my home
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I got this feeling inside my bones
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Started running thru the blood stained road
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Trying to find the old pack of coyote
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But this wasn?t your usual cuerpo
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It had the soul that digged me a hole
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Now I could hear every voice of long past
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They said they knew why I had come back
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They said I was possessed by little miss jack
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To kill the man whose been setting traps
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But this wasn?t your usual cult
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hip to bone the dead coyote
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I never did wake from that trance
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I killed everyman with traps in his hands
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I killed everyman that walked on the path
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I killed everyone for little miss Jack