Try to convince yourself that you're doing me a favor
When not too deep inside you know that it ain't so, oh no
So you compete with the arts
And your act is climbing up the charts
You can pick up a piece of the latest release with ease, so easy
You pass out credits and pretend to run the show
I'd like to think you know - I got murder on my mind
You and your kind are growing fat on others labour
You steal candy from kids and pat them on their backs, oh yeah
Got what the public demands
And the blood of Elvis on your hands
You sell it by the drop and every junkie wanna cop some flavor
Got a remastered revolution out with bonus tracks
Guess you stabbed a few backs - I got murder on my mind
That simple thing was meant to help and to heal
Somehow recently it lost it's appeal
You got it butchered and sold it by the cut
But hey, at least you sold a lot
First you killed the heartbeat and then you killed the soul
Yes you killed Rock & Roll - I got murder on my mind
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