Lyrics Forensic Files - Jack The Stripper, Byrds

Forensic Files

Don’t really know what they want out of me
So I’ll just sit here, be happy
'Til sunlight hits my eyes
And my momma’s gonna cry when
Bank account hits twenty below
And forensic files is the only show
That makes me feel alive
When I’m watching people die
They took my clothes and they took my phone
Now I’m in a padded room sittin' all alone
The ambulance arrives
And I didn’t try survivin'
Fuck around with my fucked up mind
Creme brulee, lemon brine
They don’t want me to die but they don’t want me alive
Dateline shit is my only friend
'Cause I love it when they talk about women killing men
Seriously though, I’m lonely too
And I really wish I could be with you
But I want you to die
Shove my thumbs up in your eyes
Wanna watch you cry
Bring the death back into life
Don’t really know what they want out of me
So I’ll just sit here, be happy
'Til sunlight hits my eyes
And my momma’s gonna cry when
Bank account hits twenty below
And forensic files is the only show
That makes me feel alive
When I’m watching people die
Out of my mind here lookin' like a pretzel
Ball hard, play hard, look unnatural
(Out of my mind here lookin' like a pretzel
Ball hard, play hard, look unnatural)
Out of my mind here lookin' like a pretzel
Ball hard, play hard, look unnatural
(Out of my mind here lookin' like a pretzel
Ball hard, play hard, look unnatural)
Don’t really know how I’m gonna be
So I’ll take Kate and Jonathan
Gloss up on my lips
And old men grabbin' my hips
Pay for dinner, pay for me
Take me home, but not for free
Break your fuckin' neck
And I’ll steal your fuckin' tape deck
Don’t really know what they want out of me
So I’ll just sit here, be happy
'Til sunlight hits my eyes
And my momma’s gonna cry when
Bank account hits twenty below
And forensic files is the only show
That makes me feel alive
When I’m watching people die
You ain’t, you haven’t got no good VHS tapes bitch