Guilty as charged But damn it, it ain't right There's someone else controlling me Death in the air Strapped in the electric chair This can't be happening to me Who made you God to say? I'll take you
Noughty boys with filthy hands, they got their servants clawing all the lands. Grimy fingerprints are left, that's all. Office girls, typewriter eyes, go click-clack click-clack, dictate fondness tim
Twice the money, half the fun. Double indemnity is meant for one. Fifty thousand dollars, yes I like it. that's a nice figure with an anklet. Twice the money, half the fun. Double indemnity is meant
I make hits for M.G.M. They cost me dear, but they pay me well. Choice of method, place and time; tie round your neck that had once fit mine. Your contract's ended, and now I have mine. It's out of my
The mechanics of writing English of the machine, hammer out a letter to the metal that bleeds. All your pretty gears make my heart skip a beat, so i cut it right out and left it there on the street.
Maybe I'm my Miles Archer Maybe there's no Miles Archer gets shot in the back of the alley Nothing is quite so final I seem to be uninjured Positronic engineering can create the perfect brain Positro
I need a new hat. I need new gloves. I need new shoes. I need new cuffs. New hat, new gloves, new shoes, new cuffs, new face, no trace. Where did I go? New hat, new gloves, new shoes, new cuffs, new f
I have never been afraid to see no right from wrong. Fixate occessive happy heart, filled with lead and song; and they say. Rustic eyelids blink "come hither". Hands hold metal shine. Glitt'ry girls i
The door stands open - Across lines, invisible hands are held, golden streamers building in the night. Alone, the possibilities are enormous. Step outside and parasites, deprived of their meat, wait t
Now I remember when I wrote that song. I was imagining being in London though I'd never been I don't know if there is a street named Rickety Lane in London but it sounded good to me at the time In tho
The rain falls on me The only tears for the dead man walking Silent parade Marching to the grave you made Raise your right hand To God and all the demons you have Raise your right hand I swore you'd
I saw your friend first that's who I danced with All the time I was watching you The music rocked us, our eyes locked us Making us see a trippy picture shoo Oh, if a man is considered guilty For what
Blues Traveler Straight On Till Morning Psycho Joe (Goes To The Electric Chair) He took a rifle And killed a disciple So that those nagging thoughts would leave him in peace He'd drown a puppy Or
You didn't mean to do it but you did it again The night started out Fuckin around with your friends Somebody screamed and things went bad Now you're standing accused And the prosecutor says you should
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