Murder Scene Ptii

Oh, you're so cold
With your fingertips on my skin and I'm losing it

Oh, were growing old
And you light it up quick
And the party starts to begin

And were all just clowns
Oh pouring out
And the punch of the joke, smokey junkies at your funeral

Why don't you call, when you see that I'm lonely?
Poison my blood and take me out my rhythm
They're waiting at the door, for a murder scene

Meet me baby down the west side
Darling don't you be shy, bring that attitude

Two holes in your t-shirt
It's been through the weather
Throw dirt, throw dirt upon your name

But why don't you call, when you see that I'm lonely?
Poison my blood and take me out my rhythm
They're waiting at the door, for a murder scene

Why don't you call, when you see that I'm lonely?
Poison my blood and take me out my rhythm
They're waiting at the door, for a murder scene



Credits
Writer(s): Liam Phillips
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