Clutch - Abraham Lincoln | Текст песни

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Oh abraham lincoln carried across the street.
Oh abraham lincoln carried across the street.
The assassin the coward
Shot him in the head.
The assassin the serpent
Struck him then he fled.

Oh many many many people gather to hear the word.
Oh many many many people tremble at what they've heard.
Snickering drunkards from cover of dark.
Treachery's their master
Murder is their heart.

From the table rips his chair.
Cross the people on the stairs.
Watch the limbs runnin for.
All across a empty bar.

Oh abraham lincoln buried him in his grave.
Oh abraham lincoln buried him in his grave.
The assassin the coward
No grave for you.
The assassin the actor
No cross for you.

From the table rips his chair.
Cross the people on the stairs.
Watch the limbs runnin for.
All across a empty bar.