Little Miss Jack

	  		
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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