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Murder Fish

Her conscience her witness her life is her courtroom And the man she left waiting Is waiting to murder a day (written by tony banks and fish, from the

Another day to rearrange he walked down the lane planning hours on common models A wary look beyond the edge and he was once again tasting smoke and

Nine o?clock and i play guitar in this town and i?m looking at the people passing by and greeting me i?m not sad but i?ve a song in minor key this is

How many times you feel good? Got a bright mood just like a stork How many times you?re sleeping while you?re walking so bored in this town just turning

back, 'cause we're on the creep And we won't stop till your jeans are six feet deep Man, I'll murder your jeans, I'll feed 'em to the fishes Here's

this short, hoe Never seen, you know what I mean, all about that crispy green Have it sewed up from H-town back to New Orleans Murder, murder if you play

base Releasing explosive rage I'm just sat here in my burgundy robe observing the globe Pondering if the life that I created will ever learn to evolve I filled your oceans full of fish

we don't feel great, but baby that's how it is But the feds have dissed me, they ignore and dismiss me The pro-lifers harass me outside the clinic And call me a murderer

That's what we do Niggas would die for this shit It's time to play, check it out Ayo, sit back, smoke a joke, it's over you wrote This is pure provoke murder