Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Murder, My Love, artist - The Coup. Date of issue: 29.10.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
My Murder, My Love |
| Well, i’ve spoke the name of the lord in vain |
| In gunpowder and flame |
| And I’ve vomited slang in porcelain |
| And then claimed it was champagne |
| And I can rhyme silk with cigarettes |
| I can rhyme Jack Daniels with triumph |
| But no sentence I could spit could’ve shifted events |
| In the back of that plymouth reliant |
| And philosophy |
| Is calculated to be worth its weight in air |
| But the way you told me to fuck myself |
| Well, the words had a certain flair |
| I hope he fits the tux |
| I am just a man in flux |
| Let me clarify things with the way I strut |
| So I can shout with my mouth shut |
| My murder, my love |
| What were the cookies made of? |
| My murder, my sweet |
| What kind of pills did we eat? |
| The machinery of lamps in the sky tonight |
| Unfurl above electric lies of light |
| C’mon grip me tight against the wall |
| Where the cusswords, piss, and masterpiece fight |
| I’m alive (through the power of explosion: |
| Colt 45 and a busted trojan) |
| Motion is evidence of belief |
| Especially with the world’s most beautiful slogan |
| Applause from the mannequins should be ignored |
| Look for the harmony of pen and sword |
| Statues of our heroes turn to dust |
| We sing |
| To snort the dust up off the floor |
| I hope he fits the tux |
| Even mountains are in flux |
| Let us clarify things with the way we strut |
| So we can shout with our mouths shut |