Harley Poe – Gordon (Guitar)

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To those who knew him, Gordon was a browbeater

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Wretched, filthy, and ugly was he

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Delinquent was sick, perverted, and a cheater

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And through only one eye could he see

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He fancied himself a cannibal and the kids, he would chase

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Into the fields where they could not be heard

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He would tend to eat the brain, while molesting a private place

E
The games he devised were wicked and absurd

            A
And we sang one, two, three!

          E
He was as evil as could be

A
Six six six!

B
Was how he got his kicks

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The derelict would squat in the shacks he could find

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Where he'd tarnish the floors in red

E
He captured stray cats until he felt so inclined

             B
To beat them until they were dead

            A
And we sang one, two, three!

          E
He was as evil as could be

A
Six six six!

B
Was how he got his kicks

E
And the people that knew Gordon

    A
All wished that he would die

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Go to hell and fry, Gordon, fry!

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Go to hell and fry, Gordon, fry!

E
There was a last lamenting at a proud mother's grave

E
Her tears were woeful and lavish

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When Gordon caught sight of her, he began to crave

E
He approached her with plans to ravish

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As Gordon was molesting, the ground began to shake

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Dead mother started rising from her grave

     E
Well she could not rest in peace

E
For her daughter's sake

E
She returned so her child she could save

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The culprit was caught and for his sins, he would die

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Dead mother would not permit a rape

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The corpse thrust her fingers into his one good eye

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Blinding him, so he could not escape

E
Now Gordon is no more!

   A               E
We found him yesterday!

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Naked and bloody as can be!

        E
Now you know that punk deserved

   A
To die that gruesome way!

   E
We left him there for everyone to see!

            A
And we sang one, two, three!

          E
He was as evil as could be

A
Six six six!

B
Was how he got his kicks

E
And the people that knew Gordon

    A
All wished that he would die

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Go to hell and fry, Gordon, fry!

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Go to hell and fry, Gordon, fry!

E              B
Go to hell and fry

       E
Gordon Fry!