Make no mistakes, not for a pause Would i feel remorse For words found familiar In your little note I'd bite my lip to hold back a smirk But inside i'd howl, i'd laugh To discover your last words were mine Is something i'd expect
You're wrong, so wrong To find you dead on my front lawn Would not kill my fun Before you're gone Make sure i get recognized for This murder song
All stiff and sewn all cloaked in black And to disguise the smell of death A pocket full of posies and Roses framed in babies breath The lights would dim, the crowd would crawl I'd creep and pay one last respect Mamas little boy was a baby brown eyed girl And now he's lonesome mr. dead
