Alexthomasdavis Take The Flak
If you don't take the flak
For the killing of my brother
You'dbetter find a gun
Then you'd better another
Cos I'll be on your back
Just like a crazy mutha
You'll be on the run
And I will take your lover
Well put her in a sack
And take her to the river
There's no looking back
I'll eat her heart and liver
You'dbetter stay on track
A confession delivered
Signed in ink as black
As the shadow of a buzzard
I'll stretch you on the rack
If you tell any others
If your bags are packed
Well find you north or southern
So take your papers back
They'll dry them in the oven
It's the one that's cracked
With your name up above it
