Go tell Aunt Rhody.
Go tell Aunt Rhody.
Go tell Aunt Rhody that everybody's-
(Dead...)
I was raised in a deep dark hole.
A prisoner with no parole.
They locked me up and took my soul,
(ashamed of what they'd made...)
Call to him and he will come.
She'll run to him like he's the one.
His arms outstretch, but when she's done,
He'll be torn apart.
Go tell Aunt Rhody.
Go tell Aunt Rhody.
Go tell Aunt Rhody...
Go tell Aunt Rhody.
Go tell Aunt Rhody.
Go tell Aunt Rhody that everybody's-
Everybody's...-
Everybody's...-
(Dead...)

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