Lost Art Of Murder Songtext / Lyric

Roll a four, roll a nine

Find yourself washed up in paradise

Just like before you didn't mind someone else washed up in paradise

Every day



What a nice day for a murder

You call yourseld a killer but the only thing you're killing is your time

There's nothing absurder than a bird

that's a burden to your heart, soul, body, spirit and mind



Don't look back at me like that she won't take you back

Said too much been too unkind

Get up off your back, stop smoking that

Change your life, just might change her mind, her mind






Roll a four, roll a nine

Find yourself washed up in paradise

All the fours to all the nines

I lost my phone in paradise

Pay as you go



What a nice day for a murder

You call yourself a killer but the only thing you're killing is your time

There's nothing absurder than a bird

that's a burden to your heart, soul, body, spirit and mind



Don't look at me like that she won't take you back

Done too much been too unkind



Get up off your back, stop smoking that

Change your life, think it'll change her mind



Don't look back at me like that she won't take you back

Said too much been too unkind

Get up off your back, stop smoking that

Change your life, just might change her mind, her mind



Do you think they'll change their minds