| Henry Harrington - Internets Turned On | |
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She said dont you have your woman, call here to the house Dont you let the lies, start pouring from your mouth I send you to meet the devil if you bring her to our bed You can have your night of pleasure then a bullet in your head I went to work this morning, Left my internets signed on Didnt think too much about it Just kept singing these love songs Later on that evening My wife walked up to my side Put a pistol to head And looked me in the eye She said. My life it flashed before me I was a penitent man I said Darlin please forgive.. But she shushed me with her hand She pushed the pistol tighter And cocked the hammer down I could see my future Ended 6 feet underground She said |
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