Lyrics of
Lost Art Of Murder

C3 (x 3 5 5 5 3)
A (5 7 7 6 5 5)
A#3 (6 8 8 7 6 6)
Could roll a four
Could roll a nine
Find yourself washed up in paradise
Just like before
She never used to mind
I lost my phone in paradise
And what a nice day for a murder
You call yourself a killer but the only thing that you're
killing is your time
There's nothing absurder
A bird is just a burden
To your heart your soul your body spirit and mind
Oh dont look at me like that
A#3
You said too much, you been too unkind
Get up off your back
A#3
You could change your life
Do you think you'll change their mind
Then repeat Intro, but with some variations I couldn't figure out. Sorry
Could roll a four
Could roll a nine
Find yourself washed up in paradise
No light before
No light behind
Someone else washed up in paradise
And what a nice day for a murder
You call yourself a killer but the only thing that you're
killing is your time
There's nothing absurder
A bird is just a burden
To your heart your soul your body spirit and mind
Oh dont look at me like that
A#3
You said too much, you been too unkind
Get up off your back
A#3
You could change your life
Do you think you'll change their mind
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