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Главная » 2009 » Март » 17 » Murder, Murder, Murder - Mostasteless (1997)
Murder, Murder, Murder - Mostasteless (1997)
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Murder, Murder, Mur...Murder 
Murder 
Murder, Murder, Mur...Murder 
Murder 
First I plan my escape 
Nothing on papes and leave the scene without a trace 
I'm lookin' dead in her face 
But she don't see me 
I'm unnoticed 
I head straight to her bedroom window for better focus 
Hokus pokus 
I see the door's unlocked, I let myself in 
Head for her room, with plans of murder and mayhem 
There she go, there that bitch lay 
Living on this earth to my dismay 
Time to pay 
Palms are sweaty, I'm about to vomit 
I grab the knife out of my belt and jab it in her stomach 
Again, and again and now she's screaming like I care 
But I could give a fuck less 
Before she dies I grab her by her blood soaked hair 
And tell her shit's gonna be alright on my end 
I'm glad it happened this way 
Back in my daughters life again 
Ain't it a shame that it came to this 
Life goes on except for one less bitch 
Ain't it a trip? 
Murder, Murder, Murder 
You never heard of redrum in reverse 
Bodies in the hearse 
Now your life's gone cause we wanted you to die 
Time to kiss your ass good bye 
Don't ask why 
Murder, Murder, Murder 
You never heard of redrum in reverse 
Bodies in the hearse 
Now your life's gone cause we wanted you to die 
Time to kiss your ass good bye 
Don't ask why 
It was Tuesday, December 24th '97 
Time on the clock 1:11 
Thinking bout sending somebody to heaven 
Or the crossroads 
A fate of a soul lies in my hands I suppose 
Now I'm wearing dark clothes 
Parked on the side street 
Peepin out the scenery 
Make sure nobody seeing me 
As I move to the trunk of the stolen car 
Up to the back door with the crow bar 
So far the plans fool proof 
Called from the phone booth 
Got the message machine 
Nobody's on the scene 
Kicked in the backdoor, 1:34 
Looking for the family dog Thor 
Kicked em in the jaw with the work boots 
Knocked a couple teeth loose 
Smacked em in the mouth with my empty deuce deuce 
Then I smile 
Break his neck and watch him piss on kitchen tile 
Never liked him since the day he tried to play me vile, 
And tried to bite me 
Stab a steak knife in his head 
So much for that man's best friend 
Now I'm all up in the place and 
In the bedroom masturbating 
Cummin on the sheets and pillow cases 
Fuck that bitch 
She's just a cunt and her mothers nothing but a slut 
Can't wait to seal her mouth shut 
2:30 she returns home from work 
Nice blouse, tight shirt 
Business attire for this hooker for hire 
Threw the keys to the table, said baby are you home 
Didn't expect to see Bones we're alone 
And she's reaching for the telephone to call the police 
Strangled with the chord, now deceased 
In the process of her suffocation 
Finger fucked her for demonstration 
Let her know I know her many faces 
Now she's dead in the closet 
Hangin out with all the winter clothes 
In the struggle suffered a bloody nose 
But I'm straight though 
As I move to the bathroom to wash my hands 
It's all part of the plan 
Don't think you understand see? 
Murder, Murder, Murder 
You never heard of redrum in reverse 
Bodies in the hearse 
Now your life's gone cause we wanted you to die 
Time to kiss your ass good bye 
Don't ask why

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