Из альбома: Hurry
When the waitres walked by she must have caught his eye and at that moment he was mine a little slight of hand and i had poisoned his neopolitan
what else can i say man
enjoy your ice cream
murder is such an ugly word id use another if u so prefer me i like to call it art art has its own reward just ask Burt Ward - years of living in the shadow of a bat but we'll come back to that right now lets roll a little memo out to the big boss for the next time u think Im going soft, send some punk to try and knock me off heres a reminder u fuckin' hind grinder with a cherry on top
CHORUS: (and) i never lost a step message to marcel message to marcel (ya) and i never lost a step message to marcel message to marcel
in my paraphsycolgy the ghosts only visit me mother its no bother theres a demon on the shoulder and an angel upon the other tie always goes to the runner (ten quatlooms on the new comer)
they always seem to remember the art as its own reward ya just ask Burt Ward tell me he never felt like fucking like capping anybody Halh a lifetime spent living in the shadow of the bat like that has its gotta take its toll on ya' take control of ya' until 1 day all u have left to show is the only thing for show that u've known the other thing will be a guiltily connected road
CHORUS: ya and i never lost a step message to marcel meassage to marcel and i-e-i never lost a step message to marcel message to marcel
(guitar solo)
all gone all gone all gone all go-on all gone all gone all gone all gone
CHORUS: ya i never lost a step message to marcel message to marcel and i never looked again message to marcel message to marcel message to marcel message to marcel