Babyshambles - The Lost Art Of Murder lyrics

Could roll a four

Could roll a nine

Find yourself washed up in paradise

But like before

You didn't mind

Someone else washed up in paradise

If I really did

What a nice day for a murder

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

There's nothing absurder

A bird is just a burden

To your heart your soul your body, spirit and mind

Don't look at me like that

She won't take you back

You said to much

You been to unkind

Get up off your back

Stop smoking that

You could change your life

You just might change your mind

Could roll a four

Could roll a nine

Find yourself washed up in paradise

All the fours

And all the nines

I lost my phone in paradise

It's big as you go

What a nice day for a murder

Say you're a killer, the only thing your killing is time

It's nothing absurder

A bird is a burden

To your heart your soul your body, spirit and mind

Don't look at me like that

She won't take you back

You done to much

You been to unkind

Get up off your back

Stop smoking that

You could change your life

Do you think they'll change their minds