| I studied evil, I can’t deny
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| what the hoodoo sound called a 'love me or die'
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| something, a nail, a piece o' her dress
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| apocathary devil will behest
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| I will relate deep hideous consequence to my mistake
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| fallen slave to passing desire
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| making the dreaded love me or die
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| Against a jungle prime evil green
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| she had the looks of a beauty queen
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| no bangles or chain wearin' -broken true-
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| 75 cent bottle perfume
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| I said good mornin', I tipped my hat
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| while i was cunnin' like a rat
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| smiling gaily look her in the eye
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| I felt in my pocket the love me or die
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| My past, history, one to behold
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| I study magic from days of old
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| membership, secret society
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| I am wealt' in my family
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| But, Matilda, darlin'
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| why you don’t take my wedding ring?
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| like a demon under the floor
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| bury the hoodoo down the back door
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| Oh, word broke through the town
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| that a fever strike Matilda down
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| Nine thirty the doctors arrive
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| priest come runnin', quarter to five
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| standin' in the weeds early next day
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| I saw the meat wagon rollin' away
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| I seen Matilda layin' in the back
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| her old mother wearin' a suit of rags
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| Sound the trumpet and bang the drum
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| I wait for me judgement to come
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| I know her spirit is down beneat'
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| I hear the weeping and gnashing of the teeth
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| flames of hell accept my feet
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| in the shadow of the jungle I feel the heat
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| Matilda’s waiting in hell for me too
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| all 'cause she died from a bad hoodoo |