Ah ahh Well, I slayed my minister He made a fool of you and me He killed my little sister and then gave her eulogy Well now Ahh ahh Well, he paid for what he did I made sure he'd face heaven's gate With god and other witnesses I shot him at point blank, at at point blank Ahh ahh Whoa, Reverend Willie Maxwell, he died upon a hill Made up of the five bodies that he said he didn't kill I ended him in his own chapel I bent him to God's will Just like he bent them bodies in that old automobile, automobile Aahh ahh Ahh ahh Well, he preyed where none would see Deep down on these old country roads He'd place them bodies underneath Them cars and then he'd scream oh no! Help me! Autopsies came and went Its obvious there was foul play On top of that the policies he took out to get paid Ahh get paidd Ahh ahh Whoa, Reverend Willie Maxwell, he died upon a hill Made up of the five bodies that he said he didn't kill I ended him in his own chapel I bent him to God's will Just like he bent them bodies in that old automobile Whoa, Reverend Willie Maxwell, he died upon a hill Made up of the five bodies that he said he didn't kill I ended him in his own chapel I bent him to God's will Just like he bent them bodies in that old automobile, automobile Aahh ahh Ahh ahh Ahhh ahh