Let me tell you a story about a man where I grew up long time ago
They were a dozen brothers and sisters and worked with bloody sweato
Six of them were very bright, they would make it through the day
The other half were pitiful had to find another way
The other half were fools had to work hard with their hands
And make their living in the woods, working' hard for their bread

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Now it seems so unreal to me how someone I knew turned out to be
But I'm fine and I'm well and I have a good life
Now it seems so unreal to me how someone I know turned out to be
A man with distorted mission from God

I was only fifteen when I worked with him with axe and saw
We had a big load of timber to carry home through the snow
But the snow was to much and the horse got stuck it was 30 degrees below
Our man was one of the stronger sort so he managed to save both horse and load
When we all were safe and sound, he stared and this is what he told
"If the horse had died out there I'd have killed you with my hands"

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The mailman in our town was a self-centred bastard
He was abusive to the women and he made fools of the men
Complains were heard from door to door but nothing was ever done
A revelation came to our man while doing his evening prayer
To clear this world from evil and make the world less grey
So he went to the mailman and cut his throat and wiped the blood on his coat

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Twas'nt long 'til men in white coats came and took the man away from home
To a place full of loonies. Where he wouldn't feel alone
He was locked up like an animal and that's where he spent his life