Singing deadly
Slit my wrist and hope to die?
Well ain't that one sweet lullaby!
Stop singing, just stop it please.
I don't want to see you on your knees.
Pull the trigger, it's been so long,
Since I last heard that song.
I never really liked the beat.
It wasn't spotless, clean-cut, neat.
Take a hammer, bash it in.
But hat rime will never win,
A Grammy, gold, or first place
In cooking, music, or a race.
Take a knife and end it all.
On the charts, that will fall.
Stand against me if you will.
But music isn't meant to kill.
Well ain't that one sweet lullaby!
Stop singing, just stop it please.
I don't want to see you on your knees.
Pull the trigger, it's been so long,
Since I last heard that song.
I never really liked the beat.
It wasn't spotless, clean-cut, neat.
Take a hammer, bash it in.
But hat rime will never win,
A Grammy, gold, or first place
In cooking, music, or a race.
Take a knife and end it all.
On the charts, that will fall.
Stand against me if you will.
But music isn't meant to kill.