Sounds Like a Pretty Brutal Murder Songtext
von Iron Chic

Very well
Corpse is yours
Do what you wanna do
Alright

So far behind
We′ll try, but there's no hope of catching up
So let′s take our time, and weigh
All sides and all possibilities

And we're here alive
But there's still time to fuck that up
Before we lose our minds, we′ll play
All sides to our best ability

We′re making art out of excrement
Feel so proud about a silly piece of shit
Unwind, get high
Then greet the world when we're done with that
Maybe then, we can
Maybe then, we can relax


Life can be a comedy
But I don′t really get the joke
So I crack a smile and
Fall down just for the hell of it

Things get weird
You just have to deal with it
Eat the heart
Eat every little piece of it

Unwind, get high
Say, "Fuck the world," when we're done with that
Maybe then, we can
Maybe then, we can relax

We can′t do math
But we can handle this
There's no formula
For doing fucked up shit

We found our path
We found our wits
We were born in dirt
But we grew out of it


We′ll make it known
Whoa, ho, ho
We might explode
Who'll pull the plug when it comes to that?