and a few of the people were singing. it was september of owe three and we were rich and quite well fed. it was six in the evening, the wind was blowing, paul jennings hill lay strapped to the guerney, the sterilized needle in his vein, george's brother jeb had said "don't bully me, hill should fry" the nite they drove ole america down. and marjorie was crying as i held her by my side. america was rich and quite well fed and most of the Christians smiled, looked at each other, and said "that nut that killed them folks is dead" the nite they drove ole america down. hill's soul and the balloons were heavan bound and america's chance to end abortion died with the man. the churches took no more notice of paul jennings hill, nor the aborionist he did kill. and america was rich and quite well fed, the nite they drove ole america down. rev. phillip (flip) benham was wanting to kill hill, but stayed far from the killing zone as cowards will. hill had offered the fallen reverend hope to end abortion, but he and his family and followers chose death instead. now, rusty's wife is dead and benham's own wife shall not die elderly nor in bed. america was rich and quite well fed. the nite they drove ole america down and a few of the sinners and the saints bowed their heads and prayed. oh Lord, i say, remember those that helped hill, reward and do not kill. and for those that mocked the friends of the condemned, oh Lord, your will, not mine, today. and america was rich and quite well fed. it was septmeber of owe three.