Lyrics Burn Your Fun - Holly Golightly & The Brokeoffs

Black cat on your doorstep a*
Hoot owl callin' your name,
The hound dogs well they wont keep quiet
And it's bad luck the same.
Ring around that full moon,
Go on knock on wood,
Red sky in the mornin'
And you know it don't look so good.
Ya better run, better run, better load your gun,
Reckon they'll be coming soon.
Better run better rin better burn your fun fin preacher man's comin fort youu
Ya better run better run better burn your fun, preacher man's comin' for you.
The church bells are ringing,
Ya gotta pay that toll,
They don't care about your good good credit
They just want your soul.
You better go on out the back door,
You better travel light,
Yo ain't got much time for sleep'in, cause they're hed'in out tonight.
Better run better load your gun reckon the'll
You better run better run better burn your fun
Preacherman's coming for you.
Right hand on the bible
Left foot in the grave
Both eyes on the money pot cause you, you got none today
Best not get too precious gonna burn down you're still,
They ain't shootin' down your crooked dice they only gonna aim to kill