Granny had a heart of gold, she wouldn’t hurt a fly.
But the dear could not help everyone, no matter how she tried.
Up late one night and couldn’t sleep, she turned the TV on
And caught the end of “Prayer Time,” with Reverend Jesse John.
Granny watched the preacher tell a tale about a friend,
A goodly lad, who knew no bad, and never tried a sin.
He didn’t drink, nor smoke, nor cuss, this good man that he knew,
but only worked, and never shirked a Sunday in the pew.
And how the Reverend Jesse John did work for Granny’s heart,
Expounding tales of woes and jails with histrionic art.
He mined that heart, and dug its gold, and never cared a bleep,
that the check she sent was for her rent, and put her in the street.
But dear old Granny, bless her soul, has found her angel’s wings
all the joys that heaven holds, are in the song she sings
While one mistake became the fate of the Reverend Jesse John
A plain mistake, anyone could make, unwound his holy con.
The reverend never dodged the IRS, nor feared the courts.
He thought himself above all earthly judges torts.
But justice always finds a way, and evil always hangs.
For you see, Granny’s grandson led a bad-ass biker gang!
Vengeance comes in many forms, it always finds the few
who think they are above it, who think that they can do
anything to anyone, impune from all impass,
but The Reverend Jesse John had vengeance shoved right up his...