I harbour thoughts of killing you
pour petrol on you and then on me
but then i walk down the stairs
and killing joke waits for me there
then we play - go psycho
With sticks and stones and bones beneath our homes we face ourselves
hosannas rising from the basements of hell
Anger that poisons my heart
eating your liver and heart
like voodoo just play until you bleed
lost in the noise i am free
i'm not a murderer yet
i'm not a murderer yet
With sticks and stones and bones beneath our homes we face ourselves
hosannas rising from the basements of hell
i'm not a murderer yet
i'm not a murderer yet
i'm not a murderer yet
i'm not a murderer yet
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