Deadbolt - Crime Scene | Текст песни

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I get the call at 3am
Hey, Adam
We got some work to do, buddy
My camera
And go to the crime scene
Crime scene, crime scene

Transvestite pushed over in the closet
Both arms broken, two dents
Blow torch used to melt her shoes

Blood stains, the charred remains
Poor bastard who blew out his brains
Saying, ah, it's routine to me
Crime scene, yeah

You heard about the judge who was tragically murdered the other day
The papers failed to tell you he was tied up, dressed in women's lingerie

Blood stains, the charred remains
A poor bastard who blew out his brains
I see it everday, it's routine to me
God...
Crime scene
Yeah, crime scene
Ahh, crime scene
Ahh, take pictures, crime scene

An old lady was found the other day
Her left arm was crushed by 37 Liberace albums
The killer
Walked on 'em
You never hear it in the paper

For them, the crime scene
Crime scene
Crime scene
Crime scene

Wasn't me

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