Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lost Art Of Murder, artist - Babyshambles. Album song Shotter's Nation, in the genre ИндиDate of issue: 26.08.2007
Record label: Parlophone
Song language: English
Lost Art Of Murder |
| Could roll a four, roll a nine |
| Find myself washed up in paradise |
| Like before you didn’t mind |
| Someone else washed up in paradise, everyday |
| What a nice day for a murder |
| Call yourself a killer, only thing you’re killing is your time |
| There’s nothing absurder |
| A bird is a burden to your heart, soul, body, spirit and mind |
| Don’t look at me like that, she won’t take you back |
| You’ve said too much, been too unkind |
| Get 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 |
| Say you’re a killer, only thing you’re killing is time |
| There’s nothing absurder |
| Than a bird it’s a burden to your heart, soul, body, spirit and mind |
| Oh, don’t look at me like that, she won’t take you back |
| You’ve done too much, been too unkind |
| Get up off your back, stop smoking that |
| Change your life, think it’ll change their mind |
| Don’t look 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 |