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It’s a job

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 have painted the house,
I have organized the furniture in alphabetical order
and my carpet’s made of cashmere.
It’s so clean.

Hey, what can I say? I just hate those barber cues in May,
cause when the summer dress is waving,
it makes me all remember who I am.
Still 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,
the past comes sneaking out on you.
Dogs are lurking in the alley,
cause somebody caught you digging in the dirt.
And you can’t figure out where to get the cleaning products for this job.
It’s a job, but there will always be a last stain of blood.

In a rush you are burning down your house.
You change your name a thousand times,
but they will recognize your face and appearance,
and your parents they will give you to the cops.
Yes, no one says a murder is easy but murder is a job,
it’s a job, but there will always be a last stain of blood.

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 murderer gets to you?

Did you do that? Did you put him in the trunk of the Chevy?
Is he heavy to carry? Do you have equipment in the bag?
Yes, as a matter of fact I brought everything you need for:
Rococo chopping, body wrapping, ankle strapping, body cracking,
higher learning, lawyer burning, cold suspicion, inquisition,
body heat acceleration, heart attack or simulation, papers for the preparation.
Daddy’s got a plan.

Dig a little deeper, dig a little deeper, dig a little deeper.
Deeper! Deeper! Deeper!

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 murderer gets the truth?

I feel abused and disabled and my mind is never stable.
In the twist, I’m a tango or a TV pay fandango
and the words that I trust is a require for request.
If a man’s making money he is better than the rest.

I’m a whore! I’m a whore! It is what I do best.
And the two-headed hammer on the dead man’s chest
is economy, pure and simple interests,
And we’re all together in it,
if you’re out then you have to pay the price.

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 murderer gets the truth?

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