learnin all these wicked skills Swingin slicin choppin dicin Country boy born to kill [Chorus: x2] A demon spawn child of a bastard son seven born at seven
I threw your ring into the sea Splashes reaching to heaven To tell you the truth I won't miss it much I threw my soul into the sea Pretty girls make
fields learnin all these wicked skills Swingin slicin choppin dicin Country boy born to kill [Chorus: x2] A demon spawn child of a bastard son seven born at seven
