Try to convince yourself that you're doing me a favor
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When not too deep inside you that it ain't so
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So you compete with the arts
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And your act is climbing up the charts
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You can pick up a piece of the latest release with ease
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So easy
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You pass out credits and pretend to run the show
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I'd like to think you know - i got murder on my mind
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You and your kind are growing fat on others labour
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You steal candy from kids and pat them on their backs
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Got what the public demands
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And the blood of elvis on your hands
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You sell it by the drop and every junkie wanna cop some flavor
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Got a remastered revolution out with bonus tracks
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Guess you stabbed a few backs - i got murder on my mind
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That simple thing was meant to help and to heal
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Somehow recently it lost it's appeal
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You got it butchered and sold it by the cut
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But hey at least you sold a lot
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First you killed the heartbeat
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And then you killed the soul
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You killed rock & roll
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I got murder on my mind
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Murder On My Mind
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| Hellacopters |
