Automobile

Ah ahh

Well, I slayed my minister
He made a fool of you and me
He killed my little sister and then gave her eulogy
Well now

Ahh ahh

Well, he paid for what he did
I made sure he'd face heaven's gate
With god and other witnesses
I shot him at point blank, at at point blank

Ahh ahh

Whoa, Reverend Willie Maxwell, he died upon a hill
Made up of the five bodies that he said he didn't kill
I ended him in his own chapel I bent him to God's will
Just like he bent them bodies in that old automobile, automobile

Aahh ahh
Ahh ahh

Well, he preyed where none would see
Deep down on these old country roads
He'd place them bodies underneath
Them cars and then he'd scream oh no!
Help me!

Autopsies came and went
Its obvious there was foul play
On top of that the policies he took out to get paid
Ahh get paidd

Ahh ahh

Whoa, Reverend Willie Maxwell, he died upon a hill
Made up of the five bodies that he said he didn't kill
I ended him in his own chapel I bent him to God's will
Just like he bent them bodies in that old automobile

Whoa, Reverend Willie Maxwell, he died upon a hill
Made up of the five bodies that he said he didn't kill
I ended him in his own chapel I bent him to God's will
Just like he bent them bodies in that old automobile, automobile

Aahh ahh
Ahh ahh
Ahhh ahh



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Writer(s): Shannon Liam St. John
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