Holly Golightly & The Brokeoffs - Burn Your Fun lyrics

Black cat on your doorstep a* Hoot owl callin' your name The hound dogs well they won't 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 k**