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Professional Murder Music

How could you say there's nothing How could you say what's right How could you say there's nothing When everything's so right There's not much that's

Look out ahead I see danger come I wanna pistol I wanna gun I'm scared baby I wanna run This world's crazy Give me the gun Baby, baby Ain't it true I

I can't believe what I'm feeling now After all that it's time I was far down Their broken lives should show the way Far past anything they say (They say

All the screams are echoing far, ride this wave once more. It's only down to me and I see it again. I should have known the things you'd say, It could

Say goodbye on a night like this If it's the last thing we ever do You never looked as lost as this Sometimes it doesn't even look like you It goes dark

I've never seen anything that's quite like you. I've never been to a place that felt this cold. Now I feed on the worlkd you shoved me in. All these

Turn your head to look away Cover your face like you feel some shame Underneath it all I think you want this Make believe that nothing's real Only one

I'm an alligator, I'm a mama-papa coming for you I'm the space invader, I'll be a rock 'n' rollin' bitch for you Keep your mouth shut, you're squawking

We won't stop today, we're flying high. Can't walk away, we'll own this night. How could I take it slow? Feel alive and break on through. So good