| I got the craving’s again of the wicked*
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| Addicted by the blood that floods from the ones I’ve inflicted
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| The pain upon the innocent ain’t comin' back to scare me
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| In my mind
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| I kill to forget, the devil doesn’t even dare me anymore
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| On my own I stalk and walk
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| In the playground for the kid out alone after dark
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| Then sparks the flurry
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| A fury, inside me
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| As I fight to stop myself, teardrops make things blurry
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| I know he’s just a kid, but maybe I can save his soul
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| From this evil world if I can take him to the hole
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| I’m prayin' that God strikes me down before I take another life
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| I’m mumblin', fumblin' with my knife
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| I got to get him quick and take him back behind my shed
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| I’m lookin' up on the kid from the deck
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| My name is Old Man Jacob
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| The man from the meadows
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| The man that no one really even knows
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| Haha
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| Old Man Jacob’s well
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| Old Man Jacob’s well
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| 14 souls dwell
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| In Old Man Jacob’s well
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| Mommy and daddy said to never ever ever talk to strangers
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| Even if they say they know us, don’t even tell 'em what your name is |
| But I’m no punk because I got the kicks
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| I eat my spinach, I’m the fastest kid around and I got on my zips
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| It’s kinda late to be out in the playground anyway
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| Plus there’s no one left to play with, what would mommy say?
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| I’m a slick kid, I’ll take the shortcut quick
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| And get home before she leaves
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| I won’t receive punishment, haha
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| Walkin' through the bushes with my protection sticker
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| I hear a «pssst»
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| Behind my back and there’s a man smirkin' then he’s hawkin' spit
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| Hey buddy boy here’s a toy, play with it
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| By the way, you remind me of my old son Leroy
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| Aaaaahhh
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| I begin to dip
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| He threw this piece of metal at me which kinda made me trip
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| He grabbed my feet and tied my hands up with masking tape
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| I’m hopin' he doesn’t think what I’m thinkin', God don’t let him rape
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| He took his sock and put it in my mouth
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| I felt a tear drop hit from his cheeks
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| I want my mommy
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| Where’s the damn police?
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| Old Man Jacob’s well
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| Old Man Jacob’s well
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| 14 souls dwell
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| In Old Man Jacob’s well
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| See livin' all alone in that field brought the pain? |
| track him as I strain |
| I ignore his moanin' cause there’s no turnin' back
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| I know I’m dead wrong, I know I’m crazy and I lack
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| The love to fight the pain so I do what I gotta do
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| I need someone else to feel the pain I’m feelin' too
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| But isn’t that how it works?
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| The world’s out to get ya
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| And when you take a fall, they tumble down with ya
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| The world is no place for the soul of a child
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| Cause he could become like me
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| Demented, sick and vile
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| What else can I do?
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| I’ve tried and I’ve failed
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| I look back at the meadow and I see the bloody trail
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| That his body’s made
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| But no one will ever know
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| Cause I’m little man Jacob and I’ve never had a foe
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| Or a friend in this world
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| I hope I burn in Hell
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| I wipe the blood off my knife and drop the 15th body down into the well
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| Old Man Jacob’s well
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| Old Man Jacob’s well
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| 15 souls dwell
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| In Old Man Jacob’s well |