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Ironic Night
I was out fishing late one night
sitting for hours did not get a bite
temperature fell so did my light
stomachs growling starting to get a appetite
listening to some tunes starring at the moonlight
static comes across my radio breaking news
that gets my attention man escapes from the penetention he is a rapist a killer dressed in
blue and white he is on the run tonight
I packed my things headed to the house to
check on my spouse I opened the door there was
her blouse a mans voice yelling you fucking whore
I ran up the stairs kicked in the door I'll be damned
It's the man I heard about moments before in my room
he looks at me and try's to flee I let out with a
rebel yell you have two choices hell or a cell
the man lunged at me I grabbed his head and broke
his neck he died out back on my deck no more rapping
no more killing man what a feeling as awful as it
may be it brought much pleasure to me
sitting for hours did not get a bite
temperature fell so did my light
stomachs growling starting to get a appetite
listening to some tunes starring at the moonlight
static comes across my radio breaking news
that gets my attention man escapes from the penetention he is a rapist a killer dressed in
blue and white he is on the run tonight
I packed my things headed to the house to
check on my spouse I opened the door there was
her blouse a mans voice yelling you fucking whore
I ran up the stairs kicked in the door I'll be damned
It's the man I heard about moments before in my room
he looks at me and try's to flee I let out with a
rebel yell you have two choices hell or a cell
the man lunged at me I grabbed his head and broke
his neck he died out back on my deck no more rapping
no more killing man what a feeling as awful as it
may be it brought much pleasure to me
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