| Yeah when I go over yonder, I will see my mother
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| My sister and my father, but my brother is going to hell
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| Yeah they hung him from the gallows
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| As the sun turned red from yellow
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| And the crowd they heard him halting
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| And they sighed with much relief
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| The preacher asked him for any last words
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| My brother spit on to his clean shirt
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| And he smiled without redemption
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| And said this is one soul God don’t need
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| Oh yes I loved him but I won’t miss him
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| As he’s burning and he’s twisting
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| For his heartless dedication
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| To the devil and it’s creed
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| Oh as a child we called him rotten
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| Till he was lonely and forgotten
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| And he revenged our constant jeering
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| Oh with his every word and deed
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| Oh yeah and for my contribution
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| Oh and the souls lack of retribution
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| I would ask the Lord’s forgiveness on my very bended knee
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| Oh it’s the tale of Johnny Rotten
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| Yeah who was lonely and forgotten
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| And it’s the tale of my only brother
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| And it’s the tale of one bad seed |