My Murder, My Love

[00:16.31] Well, I've spoke the name of the Lord in vain
[00:19.07] In gunpowder and flame
[00:20.83] And I've vomited slang in porcelain
[00:22.68] And then claimed it was champagne
[00:25.31] And I can rhyme silk with cigarettes
[00:27.14] I can rhyme Jack Daniels with triumph
[00:28.92] But no sentence I could spit could've shifted events
[00:31.61] In the back of that Plymouth reliant
[00:33.46] And philosophy is calculated
[00:36.16] To be worth its weight in air
[00:37.95] But the way you told me to fuck myself
[00:39.71] Well, the words had a certain flair
[00:42.47] I hope he fits the tux
[00:44.22] I am just a man in flux
[00:46.19] Let me clarify things with the way I strut
[00:48.83] So I can shout with my mouth shut
[00:50.62] My murder, my love
[00:53.37] What were the cookies made of?
[00:55.19] My murder, my sweet
[00:57.80] What kind of pills did we eat?
[01:33.01] The machinery of lamps in the sky tonight
[01:34.82] Unfurl above electric lies of light
[01:36.62] C'mon, grip me tight against the wall
[01:39.30] Where the cuss words, piss, and masterpiece fight
[01:41.19] I'm alive
[01:42.96] (Through the power of explosion)
[01:43.86] (Colt 45 and a busted Trojan)
[01:45.64] Motion is evidence of belief
[01:47.51] Especially with the world's most beautiful slogan
[01:49.37] Applause from the mannequins should be ignored
[01:52.01] Look for the harmony of pen and sword
[01:53.82] Statues of our heroes turn to dust
[01:56.54] We sing to snort the dust up off the floor
[01:58.34] I hope he fits the tux
[02:00.11] Even mountains are in flux
[02:01.95] Let us clarify things with the way we strut
[02:04.68] So we can shout with our mouths shut
[02:06.43] My murder, my love
[02:09.16] What were the cookies made of?
[02:10.95] My murder, my sweet
[02:12.79] What kind of pills did we eat?
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