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MadNihilist

  • 03:25:50 pm on October 10, 2009 | # | 1
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    The Grateful Dead – Dire Wolf

    In the timbers to fennario, the wolves are running round,
    The winter was so hard and cold, froze ten feet neath the ground.
    Dont murder me, I beg of you, dont murder me. please, dont murder me.

    I sat down to my supper, twas a bottle of red whisky,
    I said my prayers and went to bed, thats the last they saw of me.
    Dont murder me, I beg of you, dont murder me. please, dont murder me.

    When I awoke, the dire wolf, six hundred pounds of sin,
    Was grinning at my window, all I said was come on in.
    Dont murder me, I beg of you, dont murder me. please, dont murder me.

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Comments

  • MgP 21:18 on October 10, 2009 | #

    Canis Dirus… customers who liked this also listen to http://bit.ly/i8Nuu (New Riders Of The Purple Sage – Death And Destruction)