歌曲 | One More Murder |
歌手 | Better Than Ezra |
专辑 | The X-Files - Fight The Future (The Album) |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Lyrics:Kevin Griffin Music:Kevin Griffin | |
One more murder in this town, | |
Don't mean a thing just lock your doors | |
And drive around. | |
One more murder in this town, | |
Don't worry the rain will | |
Wash the chalk marks from the ground. | |
Saturday night, shots ring out, | |
Add one to the body count. | |
You come alive to see another's end. | |
Plead it to a lesser count, | |
D.A. says without a doubt, | |
In 3-5 you're on the streets again. | |
One more murder in this town | |
Don't mean a thing | |
You get accustomed to the sound | |
One more murder in this town | |
Block off the street and | |
Wrap the crime scene tape around. | |
Hosanna! Hosanna! | |
I can't feel a thing at all! | |
Hosanna! Hosanna! | |
I can't feel a thing! | |
I can't feel a thing at all! | |
Saturday night you're going out | |
Parking lot, a figure come about | |
Feel a piece click against your head. | |
Pleading to his sympathy, | |
'Take the car, I got a family' | |
You hear a laugh, | |
'It don't mean shit to me.' | |
One more murder in this town |
Lyrics: Kevin Griffin Music: Kevin Griffin | |
One more murder in this town, | |
Don' t mean a thing just lock your doors | |
And drive around. | |
One more murder in this town, | |
Don' t worry the rain will | |
Wash the chalk marks from the ground. | |
Saturday night, shots ring out, | |
Add one to the body count. | |
You come alive to see another' s end. | |
Plead it to a lesser count, | |
D. A. says without a doubt, | |
In 35 you' re on the streets again. | |
One more murder in this town | |
Don' t mean a thing | |
You get accustomed to the sound | |
One more murder in this town | |
Block off the street and | |
Wrap the crime scene tape around. | |
Hosanna! Hosanna! | |
I can' t feel a thing at all! | |
Hosanna! Hosanna! | |
I can' t feel a thing! | |
I can' t feel a thing at all! | |
Saturday night you' re going out | |
Parking lot, a figure come about | |
Feel a piece click against your head. | |
Pleading to his sympathy, | |
' Take the car, I got a family' | |
You hear a laugh, | |
' It don' t mean shit to me.' | |
One more murder in this town |
Lyrics: Kevin Griffin Music: Kevin Griffin | |
One more murder in this town, | |
Don' t mean a thing just lock your doors | |
And drive around. | |
One more murder in this town, | |
Don' t worry the rain will | |
Wash the chalk marks from the ground. | |
Saturday night, shots ring out, | |
Add one to the body count. | |
You come alive to see another' s end. | |
Plead it to a lesser count, | |
D. A. says without a doubt, | |
In 35 you' re on the streets again. | |
One more murder in this town | |
Don' t mean a thing | |
You get accustomed to the sound | |
One more murder in this town | |
Block off the street and | |
Wrap the crime scene tape around. | |
Hosanna! Hosanna! | |
I can' t feel a thing at all! | |
Hosanna! Hosanna! | |
I can' t feel a thing! | |
I can' t feel a thing at all! | |
Saturday night you' re going out | |
Parking lot, a figure come about | |
Feel a piece click against your head. | |
Pleading to his sympathy, | |
' Take the car, I got a family' | |
You hear a laugh, | |
' It don' t mean shit to me.' | |
One more murder in this town |