(words and music by H. Morris)
Shame on me, for killing things
I took his head with a machete
A single hit, a second split
In two halves, forgive, forget
Look in here, the coast is clear
You’ll never hear from them again
I’ve told lies, and taken lives
Dreamed of life on the outside
Look in here, the coast is clear
You’ll never hear from them again

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