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I was dripping down blackstar road
It’s where I found my new coyote coat
I took her home and showed her to the buck knife
I hung her out on my tree so she could dry
But this wasn’t your usual roadkill
It held the curse of the Little Miss Jack spell

Soon as I stepped out of my home
I felt this feeling inside of my bones
I started running to the blood stained road
To try to find the ol’ pack of coyotes
This wasn’t your usual dead pup
It held a soul that picked me up

Now I could hear every voice of the path
They said they knew why I had come back
They said I was possessed by Little Miss Jack
To kill the man who’s been setting traps
This wasn’t your usual coot
It held the curse of the ol’ coyote

I never did wake up from the trance
I killed every man with traps in his hands
I killed every man to walk down this path
I killed everyone for Little Miss Jack

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