Preston Miller

	  		
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He was born in Miller's mansion when the mistress was asleep 
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The secret son of the chambermaid and master 
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And they sent him into hiding, for his schooling and his keep 
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With the Carlyles and the other lucky bastards 


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Now his toady tutors fawn and praise the man that he's become 
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Though he's taken to the Laudanum and Faro  
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And he walks the streets like velvet death with his daddy's money on his breath 
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And a shame he cannot shake, down in his marrow 


  
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When day fades to black, you must not listen to the killer 
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Pretty voices keep you beautiful and bound  
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'Cause the simple sorry fact of your existence, Preston Miller 
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Is enough to bring this house of evil down 



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One night upon some drunken dare, he writes his absent sire 
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Saying, "Father, I would fain come home to meet thee" 
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And though his worthless friends guffaw at this sudden show of fire 
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Another round of bourbon and it's easy 


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And this letter finds his father in his tower far away 
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And the hoary claw that holds it shakes and trembles  
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Is it grief over a life misspent, or love or greed or mere contempt 
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Or something darker stirring in his temples 



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When day fades to black, you must not listen to the killer 
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Pretty voices keep you beautiful and bound  
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'Cause the simple sorry fact of your existence, Preston Miller 
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Is enough to bring this house of evil down 



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A week gone by, he's wakened by a knocking at his door 
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And he drags himself half-wasted to the threshold 
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It's a message in his father's quill saying, "Meet me, scion, if you will 
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At the very stroke of midnight in the meadow" 


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Now he has combed his laggard locks, and hired a comely roan 
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And he's met his comrade fops around the fountain  
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And he's bidden each a grand goodbye, and he's cantered off alone 
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To meet his aged father in the mountains 



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When day fades to black, you must not listen to the killer 
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Pretty voices keep you beautiful and bound  
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'Cause the simple sorry fact of your existence, Preston Miller 
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Is enough to bring this house of evil down 



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"Oh, Father dear, come out, come out, I honour thee tonight,"  
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He shouts as he goes weaving in the saddle 
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He sees the stars go blinking by, like the twinkling in a trollop's eye 
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And six riders riding madly in the shadows 


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This morning sailed a ship of fools across a sea of gin 
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With a blind and grinning Reaper at the tiller  
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And it drove an aging Jacob to his lone and bitter end 
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And a bullet through the brain of Preston Miller