Murder Death Kill

From Bourbon to Bexhill it’s murder, death, kill
The Earth is like a ferris wheel we all just sit still
Satan’s drill oil spilled all into my gills
What a world, what a world we leave for children to rebuild
But that’s another time, another project, another budget, another rhyme
Another purpose, another circus, another clown car, another mind
On the other line, I heard a voice that cried as if I hurt her soul
The decision cut across my throat between my ears was surgical
From 90 degrees vertical to a 180 flatline
From all these and those I just wish I could take back that time
You know the one, where you did the thing and you know you shouldn’t of done
that
The pain was like a boomerang that karma always brung back
A woman scorned is a page torn, a bridge burned, et cetera
A picture’s worth a thousand words so welcome to the cinema
In the words of Rex Mills, «the cemetery of love is filled with murder, death,
kill.»