| He used to handle snakes in Church
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| Perfect hair and a starched white shirt
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| Now he’s got a hold of something
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| He can’t drop like a copperhead
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| There’s a monster living inside
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| My friend Fred
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| He’s hanging out in trailers with junk out in the yard
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| Running with people that don’t know how to park
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| Don’t let him talk you into
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| Buying Sudafed
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| There’s a monster living inside
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| My friend Fred
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| I know somewhere in there is a brother
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| A brother as gentle as a lamb
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| But the last time that we saw each other
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| He was nowhere to be found
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| He’s shaking and baking out on Chisholm Road
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| But the poison that he’s making is eating at his soul
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| He’s lying and he’s stealing
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| Cause that demon must be fed
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| There’s a monster living inside
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| My friend Fred
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| I know somewhere in there is a brother
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| A brother as gentle as a lamb
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| But the last time that we saw each other
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| He was nowhere to be found
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| He’s lost his wife and baby a good job at TVA
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| Got a Mama that enables and an old man that he blames
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| He’s looking like an extra
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| On the walking dead
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| There’s a monster living inside
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| My friend Fred |