Murder Murder - Drapht

Placing the blame, you lose the power to change.

Less arranging the blame.

How we to gain?

Uh Uh

How do they blame old, plain old Paul?

All fall together like they were sitting up on the pay role

of Adolf Hitler.

They used the bottle and took more comical shit than

Kenny could shovel.

But I love you.

Knowing that I loving you,

hate fuels the flame for me to remain above of you.

Show them here you couldn’t blame me.

You cruise, shot through cos you adamant like Dick Cheney.

Still blaming, I owe you shit.

Don’t owe you zip, don’t owe you shit.

'nless I shit in the bag and the flame is lit

and I place it on your porch and the doorbell ring…

…a-ring a rosie, now everybody knows me.

Just more people that can blow me.

Oh what a shame.

It’s like,

Murder Murder Murder Murder.

Won’t say a word to no one

and now it’s over.

Cos it’s like,

Murder Murder Murder Murder.

Cos this is the end

and you could never see it.

If it was up to him, I would be blaming my Ma for my skintone,

blame my Dad for never ever being home,

blame the booze for making me lethal

and Yoko for breaking up the Beatles.

And I could blame Hollywood for the world’s mess

and life for giving me jealous girlfriends.

Lay in faith for the weight on my back,

but when you point the finger, three point back at you

and you

and you

and yoouu

Aww poor baby, you blaming your parents.

They’re in the wrong cos their caring was so rare

and they never said that they loved you,

so you Kung-Fu fighting the world

run through with the one two.

Can’t undo a monsoon, you can’t come to my party

acting like you were Arnie, one man army with the tsunami

riding, starting with Drapht over punani.

Nah nah nah nah, man you dreaming.

You think the world gonna change when you leaving us?

You ain’t Jesus Bruz,

just a little bit of Cletus

little bit of Beavis Butthead.

Can’t leave stuck in the past.

The darkest the fear, where the dark blame the fear

and the fear blame the dark.

They say D-rapht forgot his roots, but I remember,

her, her, her, her and you.

It’s like,

Murder Murder Murder Murder.

Won’t say a word to no one

and now it’s over.

Cos it’s like,

Murder Murder Murder Murder.

Cos this is the end

and you could never see it.

Tomorrow will never end like this.

You out of sight, out of mind.

Never thought I had friends like this,

never will let them fool me twice.

Sorry it had to end like this.

Sorry you ain’t a friend of mine.

Never again have friends like this

and sorry that you were left behind.

Because, I should be blaming Ma for my skintone,

blame my Dad for never ever being home,

blame the booze for making me lethal

and Yoko for breaking up the Beatles.

And I could blame Hollywood for the world’s mess

and life for giving me jealous girlfriends.

Lay in faith for the weight on my back,

but when you point the finger, three point back at you.