Drive-By Truckers - The Fireplace Poker lyrics
[Drive-By Truckers - The Fireplace Poker lyrics]
The Reverend had his wife done in by
A guy I knew in High School
He and a friend should do her in
And make it look like a robbery
"Here's money son
Go buy a gun and shoot her in the head
No one who dies, testifies
Make sure that she is dead"
The heathens were paid a thousand
Bucks to eliminate someone
Plus they were paid five hundred more
To get themselves a gun
The guy I knew had a hunting knife
"Why bother with a gun?
She'll still be dead, why sweat details
As long as it gets done"
The Bible said that Jesus bled for the
Sins of the rest of us
The Reverend has his wife done
In for fifteen hundred bucks
They knocked upon the door and
Said their car broke down
And asked if they could use the phone
For a ride back into town
They stabbed her several times and
Left her there for dead
Bleeding and crying out and
Gasping for breath
And they went out the very next
Night and bragged about it
The Reverend came home from work
And found the Mrs dying
Life was falling from her grasp but
Still she lay there trying
No one will ever know what she told
Him or know what he told her
Cause the Reverend did his
Wife in, fifteen whacks, fireplace poker
The headlines screamed out "Brutal Murder
Small town preacher's wife"
The crime rocked all of Colbert County as
Each new fact came to light
It seems the Preacher had a girl
He counseled on the side
Now the shit was coming down and
She was scared to lie
The preacher came home from the
Funeral and found Policemen waiting
The heathens, it seems
Got coked up and drunk and
Did a lot of communicating
Life is cheap for a couple of creeps
But this here is the smoker
Their prints were found all around the room
But not on the fireplace poker
The Preacher's son brought his father
Home and followed him inside
Shots rang out in the Tuscumbia night
Was he alone when he died?
"Don't call the son for questioning
That bullet was deserved
Better call it suicide
Justice has been served"
Better call it suicide
Justice has been served
A guy I knew in High School
He and a friend should do her in
And make it look like a robbery
"Here's money son
Go buy a gun and shoot her in the head
No one who dies, testifies
Make sure that she is dead"
The heathens were paid a thousand
Bucks to eliminate someone
Plus they were paid five hundred more
To get themselves a gun
The guy I knew had a hunting knife
"Why bother with a gun?
She'll still be dead, why sweat details
As long as it gets done"
The Bible said that Jesus bled for the
Sins of the rest of us
The Reverend has his wife done
In for fifteen hundred bucks
They knocked upon the door and
Said their car broke down
And asked if they could use the phone
For a ride back into town
They stabbed her several times and
Left her there for dead
Bleeding and crying out and
Gasping for breath
And they went out the very next
Night and bragged about it
The Reverend came home from work
And found the Mrs dying
Life was falling from her grasp but
Still she lay there trying
No one will ever know what she told
Him or know what he told her
Cause the Reverend did his
Wife in, fifteen whacks, fireplace poker
The headlines screamed out "Brutal Murder
Small town preacher's wife"
The crime rocked all of Colbert County as
Each new fact came to light
It seems the Preacher had a girl
He counseled on the side
Now the shit was coming down and
She was scared to lie
The preacher came home from the
Funeral and found Policemen waiting
The heathens, it seems
Got coked up and drunk and
Did a lot of communicating
Life is cheap for a couple of creeps
But this here is the smoker
Their prints were found all around the room
But not on the fireplace poker
The Preacher's son brought his father
Home and followed him inside
Shots rang out in the Tuscumbia night
Was he alone when he died?
"Don't call the son for questioning
That bullet was deserved
Better call it suicide
Justice has been served"
Better call it suicide
Justice has been served