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Harley Poe

Gordon

 

Gordon

(album: Wretched. Filthy. Ugly. - 2010)


To those who knew him, Gordon was a browbeater
Wretched, filthy, and ugly was he
Delinquent was sick, perverted, and a cheater
And through only one eye could he see
He fancied himself a cannibal and the kids, he would chase
Into the fields where they could not be heard
He would tend to eat the brain, while molesting a private place
The games he devised were wicked and absurd

And we sang one, two, three!
He was as evil as could be
Six six six!
Was how he got his kicks

The derelict would squat in the shacks he could find
Where he'd tarnish the floors in red
He captured stray cats until he felt so inclined
To beat them until they were dead

And we'd sing one, two, three!
He was as evil as can be
Six six six!
Was how he got his kicks

And the people that knew Gordon
All wished that he would die
Go to hell and fry, Gordon, fry!
Go to hell and fry, Gordon, fry!
There was a last lamenting at a proud mother's grave
Her tears were woeful and lavish
When Gordon caught sight of her, he began to crave
He approached her with plans to ravish
As Gordon was molesting, the ground began to shake
Dead mother started rising from her grave
Well she could not rest in peace
For her daughter's sake
She returned so her child she could save
The culprit was caught and for his sins, he would die
Dead mother would not permit a rape
The corpse thrust her fingers into his one good eye
Blinding him, so he could not escape
Now Gordon is no more!
We found him yesterday!
Naked and bloody as can be!
Now you know that punk deserved
To die that gruesome way!
We left him there for everyone to see!

And we sing one, two, three!
He was as evil as can be
Six six six!
Was how he got his kicks

And the people that knew Gordon
All wished that he would die
Go to hell, and fry, Gordon fry!
And the people that knew Gordon
All wished that he would die
Go to hell and fry, Gordon, fry!
Go to hell and fry, Gordon, fry!
Go to hell and fry
Gordon
Fry!

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