The Murder Song

Make no mistakes, not for a pause

Would i feel remorse

For words found familiar

In your little note

I'd bite my lip to hold back a smirk

But inside i'd howl, i'd laugh

To discover your last words were mine

Is something i'd expect

You're wrong, so wrong

To find you dead on my front lawn

Would not kill my fun

Before you're gone

Make sure i get recognized for

This murder song

All stiff and sewn all cloaked in black

And to disguise the smell of death

A pocket full of posies and

Roses framed in babies breath

The lights would dim, the crowd would crawl

I'd creep and pay one last respect

Mamas little boy was a baby brown eyed girl

And now he's lonesome mr. dead