Kill Your Mother In Churh On Sunday

she was wearing her Sundays best but I must clearly confess; knew it was but a test but now I rest a hired man with a gun shoot her down now she's gone the papers read all red with thoughts inside her head running here & their my momma was a commie she saved all her money she was a big phony full of bologna now she is gone but her memory lingers on she was sitting on the right side of the pew dazzling red dress pearls in her arrangement; didn't want to do it but it was too late we set the date the bullet would seal her fate but not too late she would contemplate; it was too late