Let Us Get Murdered

You've been singing songs for all the wrong reasons

For reasons you're not at liberty to say

It wasn't to get rich or famous or get laid

Mainly you wrote those fucking songs to drive me away

And when you go to bed at night you're a skeleton

With visions in your head too big to see

And the insides of your mouth inflate and try to suffocate you

It's hard, it's hard, it's hard to fall asleep

And you've been looking for an honest way out for too long

Because suicide is not the key

And you hate the taste of alcohol and medicine

Well the answer, the answer, the answer is plain to see

So come along, let's get murdered!

Let's go to sleep and never wake up!

Let's find a loop-hole out of this!