A spiritualist, medium, vixen and professor of death
She will read you, feed you, she will deal you your death

Lights out, throat slit, open the trap door
Victim slain, hide the remains, take all they own
The seat is empty, make some room for another guest
A hit to the head, they will be dead, we will be blessed

Popular with men, she draws them in, sometimes for the night
With their back to the threat, they don’t know it yet, that they will go without a fight

Lights out, throat slit, open the trap door
Victim slain, hide the remains, take all they own
The seat is empty, make some room for another guest
A hit to the head, they will be dead, we will be blessed

Beware of Kate and the Bender family
Making wealth from macabre is family history

A traveling doctor stopped by for a visit, but this one would be his last
His brother, a colonel, with his suspicions, would investigate this clan
Get the posse, alert the law, the colonel’s brother is dead
Today they will ride, the killing shack is in site
This must be brought to an end

Lights out, no throats to slit, everyone out the door
The slain victims remain, there is no shame in taking all they owned
The shack is empty, there will never be another guest
A posse on the way, to avenge the dead, we must not rest

Some say the family got away never to be seen again
There is also talk of a posse killing the Bender clan
The certain part of the tale is what was left behind
Scattered bodies of the dead on the Kansas prairie side

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