Murder One - Anti-Heros

Here’s the story of three punks with a burning desire, To be gangsters to be

guns for hire

Moreland Ave. on a hot summer night, Pete wanted to kill someone and do it

tonight

He’s the boy that did the ultimate sin, Got the blood of christ dripping from

his skin

With his silver spoon and his beady eyes, He decided who should live and who

should die

Murderer, Pete is a Murderer

Dressed in suits, dressed for the kill, Walking to the bridge at the bottom of

the hill

Looked for a passed out bum and they found one, Pete slit his throat just for

fun

The bum went running through the bushes and weeds, They held his arms and made

him bleed

Headlights flashing and the world spun around, The man was screaming when he

hit the ground

Murderer, Paul is a Murderer

I wept and wondered what should I say, About the children who threw a man’s

life away

Were you men or were you gods, Or suburban brats whose lives were a fraud

Scum like you don’t deserve to live free, I think you’d look good hanging from

a tree

No remorse when you dealt all of the spades, I hope you get raped in jail and

die of aids

Murderer, Francois is a Murder

Who should live and who should die (3x)