Lyrics Degree of Murder - Hacıenda

Degree of Murder

Woman, don’t you know what you do
Just only act
Left in the debt of what I should do
Woman, you’re wicked and cruel
A kind evil lip
Strange words you do hear in the ears of a fool
Pistol, sticks to my hand
Deafening crack, tears shine the
Cause they can’t prove it’s you
Woman, what have I done
To quit my hand
The life of your man for a moment with you