The Murder Song

Make no mistakes, not for a pause
Would i feel remorse
For words found familiar
In your little note
I'd bite my lip to hold back a smirk
But inside i'd howl, i'd laugh
To discover your last words were mine
Is something i'd expect

You're wrong, so wrong
To find you dead on my front lawn
Would not kill my fun
Before you're gone
Make sure i get recognized for
This murder song

All stiff and sewn all cloaked in black
And to disguise the smell of death
A pocket full of posies and
Roses framed in babies breath
The lights would dim, the crowd would crawl
I'd creep and pay one last respect
Mamas little boy was a baby brown eyed girl
And now he's lonesome mr. dead