Johnny Rottentale

Go will i



Over yonder



I will see my mother



And my sister



And my father



Oh but my brother is going to hell







Well they hung him



From the gallow



As the sun turned



Red from yellow



And the crowd they



Heard him haughty



And they sighed



With much relief







The preacher asked him



For any last words



My brother spit on



Onto his clean shirt



Oh and he smiled



Without redemption



Said this is one soul



God dont need







Well now I loved him



I will miss him



As hes burning



And twisting



For his heart with



Dedication



To the devil



And his creed







Well as a child we



Wed call him rotten



Tell him he was lonely



And forgotten



And he revenged our



Constant cheering



Oh with his every



Word and deed







Oh yeah and for my



Contribution



To his souls lack



Of retribution



Oh well I ask the



Lords forgiveness



On my very bended knee