Bury your own secret in the wet ground
She runs and the wind blows like fire
Hides through the night while there awaits her hound
Tonight widow made her husband expire
Red hair ignited with fury spoke he
Of unfinished habits, unwritten life
Covered in red, death to John M. Dupree
Thousand bolts of lightning in one lone strife
Bury your own secret yonder, Ginger
Work for tips that pay the rent and forget
Hear your father’s foul breath at night whisper
Behind in the black ground, never regret
In a life full deep of incompetence
Ginger tended to live in arrogance
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