Neopolitan - Tin Foil Phoenix |
When the waitress walked by; She must have cuaght his eye; And at that moment he was mine; A little slight of hand and I had poisoned his bowl of Neopolitan; What else can I say man? Enjoy your ice-cream; Murder is such an ugly word so I'll use another if you so prefer; Me? I like to call it art and art is its own reward; Just ask Burt Ward, years of living in the shadow of the bat; But we'll come back to that; Right now let's roll this memo out to the big boss for the next time you think I'm going soft; send some punk to try to knock me off; here's a reminder you fucking hind-grinder; with a cherry on top; |
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