Lost Art Of Murder - Babyshambles

Could roll a four, roll a nine

Find myself washed up in paradise

Like before you didn’t mind

Someone else washed up in paradise, everyday

What a nice day for a murder

Call yourself a killer, only thing you’re killing is your time

There’s nothing absurder

A bird is a burden to your heart, soul, body, spirit and mind

Don’t look at me like that, she won’t take you back

You’ve said too much, been too unkind

Get off your back, stop smoking that

Change your life, just might change her mind, her mind

Roll a four, roll a nine

Find yourself washed up in paradise

All the fours to all the nines

I lost my phone in paradise, pay as you go

What a nice day for a murder

Say you’re a killer, only thing you’re killing is time

There’s nothing absurder

Than a bird it’s a burden to your heart, soul, body, spirit and mind

Oh, don’t look at me like that, she won’t take you back

You’ve done too much, been too unkind

Get up off your back, stop smoking that

Change your life, think it’ll change their mind

Don’t look at me like that, she won’t take you back

Said too much, been too unkind

Get up off your back, stop smoking that

Change your life, just might change her mind