| Henry, tell your wife everything
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| Henry, put the bible under your hand/head
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| Henry, bite your lip if she says
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| Do you love me? |
| Do you love me?
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| Henry, what’s the chaplain to say?
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| When you’re alley cat’n after the wake
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| And all the filthy johns can say
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| Oh let’s be bad, Henry… let’s be bad, Henry
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| Wife bedside, she’s in heaven right now
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| A voice from the ground
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| Come to me, come to me, come to me Wife bedside, the good son says his goodbyes
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| A voice from the box
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| Come to me, come to me, come to me Wife bedside, she’s in heaven right now
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| A voice from the ground
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| Come to me, come to me, come to me Wife bedside, the scarlet woman waits outside
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| Sweetheart’s wicked spine is a dastardly tool that maps out my sidelines
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| Wife bedside, do you want to meet your god?
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| Did you crush her hand?
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| As she kicked and she jerked and she cursed at the pain?
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| The girls you got inside? |
| Tell me every time you tried
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| Tell me everything
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| Come to me, come to me, come to me |