Forensic Files - Jack The Stripper, Byrds

Don’t really know what they want out of me

So I’ll just sit here, be happy

'Til sunlight hits my eyes

And my momma’s gonna cry when

Bank account hits twenty below

And forensic files is the only show

That makes me feel alive

When I’m watching people die

They took my clothes and they took my phone

Now I’m in a padded room sittin' all alone

The ambulance arrives

And I didn’t try survivin'

Fuck around with my fucked up mind

Creme brulee, lemon brine

They don’t want me to die but they don’t want me alive

Dateline shit is my only friend

'Cause I love it when they talk about women killing men

Seriously though, I’m lonely too

And I really wish I could be with you

But I want you to die

Shove my thumbs up in your eyes

Wanna watch you cry

Bring the death back into life

Don’t really know what they want out of me

So I’ll just sit here, be happy

'Til sunlight hits my eyes

And my momma’s gonna cry when

Bank account hits twenty below

And forensic files is the only show

That makes me feel alive

When I’m watching people die

Out of my mind here lookin' like a pretzel

Ball hard, play hard, look unnatural

(Out of my mind here lookin' like a pretzel

Ball hard, play hard, look unnatural)

Out of my mind here lookin' like a pretzel

Ball hard, play hard, look unnatural

(Out of my mind here lookin' like a pretzel

Ball hard, play hard, look unnatural)

Don’t really know how I’m gonna be

So I’ll take Kate and Jonathan

Gloss up on my lips

And old men grabbin' my hips

Pay for dinner, pay for me

Take me home, but not for free

Break your fuckin' neck

And I’ll steal your fuckin' tape deck

Don’t really know what they want out of me

So I’ll just sit here, be happy

'Til sunlight hits my eyes

And my momma’s gonna cry when

Bank account hits twenty below

And forensic files is the only show

That makes me feel alive

When I’m watching people die

You ain’t, you haven’t got no good VHS tapes bitch