My Confessionary Hymn

I aint no superboy

no I aint no yankee son

I aint what you've been looking for

I aint your chosen one

I got no one to throw this at

for to blame my sin

for comin' home my flask in hand

a mouth full of fiery hell

this is my confessionary hymn

I cannot save you my wretched soul

you got this thing all wrong

lyin' here up on my jail cell bed

has got me etchin' down this song

how could a man such as I

kill a man like him

without a second thought of mind

I love my wife,well,too damn much

to see her with a man of his kind

this is my confessionary hymn

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Well I aint no, no superboy

no I aint your yankee son

I aint what youve been looking for

I aint your chosen one

Well my day is close

it's my fault I suppose

I got that mans' blood on my hands

so light your fires my dear

prison calls

this is the day all my pain will end

this is my confessionary hymn

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Don't you cry my angel had to be the sinners' blood

please go on and forget my fate,forget my love

please lay me down in my,my mother earth,for this sin

and when you pass there upon my grave,dont forget..

my confessionary hymn

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