Am E I was trippin down Black Star Road. Am E It’s where I found my new coyote coat. Am E Took her home and showed her to the buck knife Am E Hung her out on my tree so she could dry C E But this wasn’t your usual road kill C E Am It held the curse of the Little Miss Jack Spell Am E So next I stepped out outa my home Am E I got this feeling inside my bones Am E Started running thru the blood stained road Am E Trying to find the old pack of coyote C E But this wasn’t your usual cuerpo C E Am It had the soul that digged me a hole E Am Now I could hear every voice of long past E Am They said they knew why I had come back E Am They said I was possessed by little miss jack E Am To kill the man whose been setting traps C E But this wasn’t your usual cult C Am E hip to bone the dead coyote Am E I never did wake from that trance Am E I killed everyman with traps in his hands Am E I killed everyman that walked on the path Am E I killed everyone for little miss Jack
