Ivan the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Boy ft. Patrick Lynch Lyrics

Somewhere in Nebraska there lives a little old man, withered fingers on his hands

Raised up in Graceland, he sold his soul for a buck and then he bought a truck

Ivan was a dreamer. Any scheme, any scam, he was an amoral man

He's fresh out the slammer. If crime was the question, he was the answer

He robbed a bank back in 08'. With a quarter mil almost got away

Smashed that truck into a 7/11 and sent the clerk beheaded off to Heaven

1234, boom

Blew the fuel tanks. Burning off his fingers, burned into his brains

Cash raining in flames, dragged off in chains

Time served in Shawshank, escaped and changed his name

Have you ever crawled through shit to freedom?

Somewhere in Alabama there lives an ancient man with melted hands

Traded up his tactics. Became a gospel man, believe it if ya can

Ivan was a baptist preacher in a pulpit with a bible fulla bullets

He's fresh off the altar. If Christ was the question tithes were the answer

Rejoice! Rejoice!

Made off with another quarter million. He was on the run toward the setting sun. Fell in love with a widowed Brazilian. Better change that name, time to start a new game

Somewhere in Alaska there's a haunted man living off his land

Somewhere in Alaska there's a haunted man living off his land

As he looks up at night at the northern lights his hands shake with fright at the sight.

But as he looks in the eyes of his child and wife he thinks deep down inside, I've taken what's mine