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Creepish amazingness from old MJ once again. Tuned a half step down.
GWhen I GoCt Home There WAmas Blood on tEmhe Door GSaw you LCyin on the kitAmchen floor Em GI ran dowCn the hallway Amand I saw whaEmt he did GI saw ourC little bitty Ambaby lyin deaEmd in her crib
GTheresC a bAmlack wEmind blowin GThere'Cs a Amblack Emwind blowin GThere's a black winCd blowin outside our gates Amtryin to blow this Emplace into outer space GThere'sC a blAmack winEmd blowin
I didn't bother pickin up the phone Want to get there first I want ya all alone There's gonna be blood on the walls on a highway south Your scripture won't save you when my guns in your mouth Chorus I was 18 when I first came here Just me and my brother tryin to disappear He chose the prophet baby I chose you From that day I feared what he could do Chorus I took the corner and I gunned it hard Drove my truck into your front yard You came out runnin but I was too fast I took out your legs and dropped you in the grass There people outside I heard somebody scream My whole life became a movie screen I remembered us jumpin on mommas bed She was yellin be careful or you bump your head I stuck my gun up under your chin My hand was shakin so I dug it in You started laughin said I understand You wish you couldn't but I know you can, You can