Bob Tilton - A Song About Killing текст песни

Now you've got blood on those lips

and a crack in that smile.

Broken drum keep beating,

smoothest skin take the weight.

Stolen kisses soon grow bitter

and petty thieves still find their tears.



But didn't bury the body deep enough.



The clown paints himself a smile and makes a fist

while children laugh to watch the lady sawn in two,

yea, clean in two.

(And a cotton-candy circus ring plays host to beauty spoiled.)

Throw your last word on the fire,

try and stay warm



Tongue tied killer, chalk white around blood red hearts

with every stumbling confession.

Maybe the smoothest skin will take the weight.



Murderer!

I am the tongue tied killer.