Like a murder scene, the things we said that we didn't mean
Like a murder scene, we prime our poison while the good folk sleep
We dig down deep, 'cause nothing's so sweet as a corpse is sweet
We dig down deep, 'cause nothing's so sweet as a dead man's meat
With your blood on our hands, with your blood on our hands and our hands in the dirt
With your blood on our hands, with your blood on our hands, you never know what we'll unearth
Like a murder scene, the things we said that we didn't mean
We dig down deep, 'cause nothing's so sweet as a dead man's meat
With your blood on our hands, with your blood on our hands and our hands in the dirt
With your blood on our hands, with your blood on our hands, you never know what we'll unearth
Place your name upon the dotted line now, baby
What a way to make the morning headlines, ey
Place your name upon the dotted line now, baby
What a way to make the morning headlines, ey
Are you feeling well
Get in line, I'm going to be your murderer
Your feeble flesh is a feast before my eyes
The written word adorns my ceaseless hunger
I'll hack you down in strokes of black on white
Extra, extra, read all about it
We make them famous then they're soon departed
Extra, extra, read all about it
We make them famous then they're soon departed
Extra, extra, read all about it
We make them famous then they're soon departed
Extra, extra, read all about it
We make them famous then they're soon departed
Place your name upon the dotted line now, baby
What a way to make the morning headlines, ey
Place your name upon the dotted line now, baby
What a way to make the morning headlines, ey
I'm not feeling well
Sadface - MURDER SCENES (THE FUTURE IS SWINGING!) Lyrics
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Like a murder scene, the things we said that we didn't mean
Like a murder scene, we prime our poison while the good folk sleep
We dig down deep, 'cause nothing's so sweet as a corpse is sweet
We dig down deep, 'cause nothing's so sweet as a dead man's meat
With your blood on our hands, with your blood on our hands and our hands in the dirt
With your blood on our hands, with your blood on our hands, you never know what we'll unearth
Like a murder scene, the things we said that we didn't mean
We dig down deep, 'cause nothing's so sweet as a dead man's meat
With your blood on our hands, with your blood on our hands and our hands in the dirt
With your blood on our hands, with your blood on our hands, you never know what we'll unearth
Place your name upon the dotted line now, baby
What a way to make the morning headlines, ey
Place your name upon the dotted line now, baby
What a way to make the morning headlines, ey
Are you feeling well
Get in line, I'm going to be your murderer
Your feeble flesh is a feast before my eyes
The written word adorns my ceaseless hunger
I'll hack you down in strokes of black on white
Extra, extra, read all about it
We make them famous then they're soon departed
Extra, extra, read all about it
We make them famous then they're soon departed
Extra, extra, read all about it
We make them famous then they're soon departed
Extra, extra, read all about it
We make them famous then they're soon departed
Place your name upon the dotted line now, baby
What a way to make the morning headlines, ey
Place your name upon the dotted line now, baby
What a way to make the morning headlines, ey
I'm not feeling well
Like a murder scene, we prime our poison while the good folk sleep
We dig down deep, 'cause nothing's so sweet as a corpse is sweet
We dig down deep, 'cause nothing's so sweet as a dead man's meat
With your blood on our hands, with your blood on our hands and our hands in the dirt
With your blood on our hands, with your blood on our hands, you never know what we'll unearth
Like a murder scene, the things we said that we didn't mean
We dig down deep, 'cause nothing's so sweet as a dead man's meat
With your blood on our hands, with your blood on our hands and our hands in the dirt
With your blood on our hands, with your blood on our hands, you never know what we'll unearth
Place your name upon the dotted line now, baby
What a way to make the morning headlines, ey
Place your name upon the dotted line now, baby
What a way to make the morning headlines, ey
Are you feeling well
Get in line, I'm going to be your murderer
Your feeble flesh is a feast before my eyes
The written word adorns my ceaseless hunger
I'll hack you down in strokes of black on white
Extra, extra, read all about it
We make them famous then they're soon departed
Extra, extra, read all about it
We make them famous then they're soon departed
Extra, extra, read all about it
We make them famous then they're soon departed
Extra, extra, read all about it
We make them famous then they're soon departed
Place your name upon the dotted line now, baby
What a way to make the morning headlines, ey
Place your name upon the dotted line now, baby
What a way to make the morning headlines, ey
I'm not feeling well
Writer: James Sterry
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