Из альбома: Strange Cousins From the West
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 running 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 running for
All across a empty bar