| Sixth Shot For The Mortician |
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| Death, you sulking coward |
| I know you are near, please make yourself known |
| I realize, I cannot defeat you |
| For one brief moment, I will try |
| With in my hand, I hold 5 |
| 6th is for you, if I should die |
| Mortician, they say I’m friend |
| For the way I kill, the wounds do not show |
| The bullets tore, his heart asunder |
| As he fell, I shot again |
| With in my hand, I hold 5 |
| 6th is for you, if I should die |
| Now I lay me down to sleep |
| Around me my children weep |
