I was tripping down blackstar road It’s where I found my new coyote coat I took her home and showed her to the buck knife I hung her out on my tree so she could dry But this wasn’t your usual roadkill It held the curse of the Little Miss Jack spell
Soon as I stepped out of my home I felt this feeling inside of my bones I started running to the blood stained road To try to find the ol’ pack of coyotes This wasn’t your usual dead pup It held a soul that picked me up
Now I could hear every voice of the path They said they knew why I had come back They said I was possessed by Little Miss Jack To kill the man who’s been setting traps This wasn’t your usual coot It held the curse of the ol’ coyote
I never did wake up from the trance I killed every man with traps in his hands I killed every man to walk down this path I killed everyone for Little Miss Jack