Murder Murder Murder

Father what's the issue with your children?
They're acting like the convicts, like I won't fucking kill them
They act like im them im not one in a billion
I am the Devil's son
I have no fucking feelings
Your skin tightens up at the sight of a killing
My conscience giving up saying how I should be living
I know I need to change and im ready God willing
But I gave more than I took
I only took the cards they're dealing
Oh
Would you kill?
Would you kill?
You say can
You say you will
Are you real?
Are you real?
Are you ready for that cage of cold steel?
My soul is scattered across the street
This city is in pieces
It's fed upon by roaches and the rats and the leeches
I've participated in murderer in murder its left me sleepless
I put my hands together and I kneel and pray to Jesus
Oh,
You should pray too
Pray that his jams up
Because i've done this before
I'll clam up
Get on the floor put your mother-fucking hands up
God make room i'm about to send a man up
Are you tough?
That ain't enough
You've gotta rust every place that I touch
Would you kill?
Would you kill?
I've been under the knife been in front of the gun
I have no fear
We don't turn and run where i'm from
We shoot our way out of here
I've been to hell and back
(Gunfight)
I grit my teeth and do my time
And I just watch this world pass me by
And I just sit and wonder why
Does everything I touch die?
(this place is eating me alive
place pennies in both of my eyes when I die
This place is eating me alive)
Would you kill?
Would you kill?
You say can
You say you will
Are you real?
Are you real?
Are you ready for that cage of cold steel?
Mother-fucker are you tough?
That ain't enough
You've gotta rust every place that I touch
Would you kill?
Would you kill?
You say you can
You say you will
Fuck



Credits
Writer(s): Eugene Gill, David Gunn, Andrew Beal, Andrew Workman
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