It's a Job

IT'S A JOB

THERE ARE TWO VERSIONS OF THIS SONG AVAILABLE, WHERE DIFFERENCES OCCUR THEY HAVE BEEN PUT INTO

But hey what could I do
I was eating more than I could chew
Now those cavities are swelling
They're bursting in a bubble of champagne

But I've painted the house
I have organized the furnitures
In alphabetic orders
And my carpet's made of cashmere
It's so clear

But hey what can I say
I just hate those BBQs in May
'Cause when the summer dress is waiting/waving
It makes me all remember who I am
So my porch is symmetrical
My teeth are white, the lawn is green
My kids believe in God
And my pool is full of chlorine
Clean

BOOM! Out of the blue
Oh but the past comes sneaking out on you
I'm lurking near the alley,
'Cause someone caught you digging in the dirt
And you can't figure out
Where to get some cleaning polish
For this job,
It's a job
But there'll always be a last stain of blood

In a rush you're burning down your house
You change your name a thousand times
But they would recognize your face, and appearance,
And appearance that will give you to the cops!

Yeah, no one says it's murder
But it's easy
It's a murder
It's a job, it's a job!
But there'll always be a last stain of blood

So tell me, tell me now
Tell me, tell me, tell me
What will you do
When the murder gets to you?
Tell me now
Tell me, tell me, tell me
What will you do
When the murder gets the truth?

... ... ...
Put him in the trunk of the Chevy
If he's heavy to carry
You've got the equipment in the bag
Yes as a matter of fact
I've brought everything you need
For a cripple chopping, body-wrapping,
Ankle-strapping, body cracking, (my best guess?)
Higher learning, oil-burning,
Close suspicion inquisition, (my best guess?)
Body heat acceleration,
Heart attack simulation / assimilation (?),
Papers for the preparation
Daddy's got a plan!

[[Yes, no-one says a murder
Is easy!
But a murder, it's a job, it's a job
It's a fucked up situation ... ]]

Dig a little deeper
Dig a little deeper
Dig a little deeper
Deeper, deeper, deeper
Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!

So tell me, tell me now
Tell me, tell me, tell me
What will you do
When the murder gets to you?
Tell me now
Tell me, tell me, tell me
What will you do
When the murder seeks the truth?

/ I feel abused and disabled
/ and my mind is not as stable
/ Do the twist do the tango on the TV play Fandango
/ And the words that I chose (?) to acquire for a quest
/ A man's taking money he's better than the rest

I'm a whore I'm a whore
And it's what I do best
I'm a two-headed hammer
On a dead man's chest
It's kind of experience that will interest everyone
If you're not in it then you're out
Then you'll have to pay the price!

So tell me, tell me now
Tell me, tell me, tell me
What will you do
When the murder gets to you?
Tell me now
Tell me, tell me, tell me
What will you do
When the murder gets the truth?

So tell me, tell me now
Tell me, tell me, tell me
What will you do
When the murder gets to you?
Tell me now
Tell me, tell me, tell me
What will you do
When the murder gets the truth?



Credits
Writer(s): Major Parkinson
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