| Somebody went and killed some people
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| And they know who
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| The evidence fits around the facts
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| Like a favourite shoe
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| But nobody knows where the corpses are
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| Their whereabouts unknown
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| The killer’s in a frenzy
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| And he’s getting on the phone
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| So they got their thinking hats on
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| And spread out in their cars
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| But only I know where the bodies are
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| You know they can i.d. |
| someone
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| From one cell of skin
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| But they couldn’t spot a crime scene
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| If the killer went and let 'em in
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| To genetic fingerprinting
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| We all take off our hats
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| To hide the little stains that spread
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| Across the welcome mat
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| You can put your best foot forward
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| And wish upon a star
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| But only I know where the bodies are
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| Lawyers defending guilty men
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| Depending on the bid
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| The question isn’t if they’re guilty
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| But if they’ll get acquitted
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| Justice goes unjustfied
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| Beneath a police chief and an eagle
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| Pain’s too difficult to prove
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| They’re not going to make pain illegal
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| To think that we were once naive
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| To think we’ve come this far
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| To think that only I know where the bodies are
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| Some people don’t wanna know
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| The facts behind the scam
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| Or see «Who could I be?»
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| Peeking out behind «The great I am»
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| But most of us got enough to think about
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| Husbands and wives
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| To notice pointless death’s become
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| A brand new way of life
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| And this is just a sandwich board
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| That I wear out in the park
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| Saying only I know where the bodies are
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| (And I’m not telling you.) |