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Last to Leave - ld57
Verse 1:
Won’t be long,
Long enough for one regret.
One last song,
Then we’ll settle up our bets.
Did you know
Heaven’s got a waiting list?
Even so
I don’t think that we’ll be missed.
Come along,
Or you’ll be the last to leave.
I think you’d better come with me
Or you’ll be the last to leave.
Verse 2:
Happiness,
The greatest work of fiction.
Who’d have guessed?
I had my suspicions.
Still we play,
Gamble on salvation.
That’s no way
To run an operation.
I think you’d better come with me
Or you’ll be the last to leave.
I think you’d better come with me
Even if you don’t believe.
I think you’d better come with me
Or you’ll be the last to leave.
Verse 3:
Cosmic plans,
How do they expect you to
Understand?
So much they’re not telling you.
We’re so small
In the greater scheme of things.
And we all
Wonder what the whole thing means.
Come along,
Or you’ll be the last to leave.
I think you’d better come with me
Or you’ll be the last to leave.
Verse 4:
They say love
Is the only thing you need.
Lift you up
With its perfect snow white wings.
I don’t know
Anyone who left the ground.
Guess it shows
Not enough to go around.
I think you’d better come with me
Or you’ll be the last to leave.
I think you’d better come with me
Even if you don’t believe.
I think you’d better come with me
Or you’ll be the last to leave.
Verse 5:
Did you know
There’s a special place in Hell
Where we go?
Anyway, it’s just as well.
Won’t be long,
Even if you don’t believe.
Come along,
Or you’ll be the last to leave.
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The Usual Suspect
Verse 1:
Man, why am I here? I didn’t do nothin’.
So you got a dead body. You think I had somethin’
To do with it, don’t ya? That’s why I’m here,
Locked in this room, with this table and chair.
And you two punk ass, wanna-be junior detectives
Gonna pin this on me? Man, you need some perspective.
My watch is worth more than your annual salary.
I make a phone call; an hour from now I’ll be
Back on the street, before you finish your coffee.
Chorus:
Back off, man. I know what you’re doin’.
Wanna’ trick me, trip me up, yeah, you’re screwin’
With my head, to make me say I had somethin’
To do with this crime, but man, I had nothin’
To do with it this time, I’d swear on a Bible.
You think it’s a case of two “business rivals”
Fightin’ for turf, for money, survival
Of the fittest. I did this to let ‘em all know,
All the others, how far I am willin’ to go
If you get in my way. Bet you can’t prove it.
I’m glad he’s dead. But I didn’t do it.
Verse 2:
So what if I did? Hey, I ain’t saying I did this.
You got no case, ain’t no way you can pin his
Murder on me, if that’s what this is about.
Hell, maybe he went and blew his own brains out.
Yeah, pulled his own trigger, four or five times.
If you’re lookin’ for motive, man, get in line.
There’s others ‘sides me that you won’t see cryin’
Cause he turned up dead. Still, it wouldn’t be lyin’
To say all my enemies seem to end up dyin’.
Chorus:
Back off, man. I know what you’re doin’.
Wanna’ trick me, trip me up, yeah, you’re screwin’
With my head, to make me say I had somethin’
To do with this crime, but man, I had nothin’
To do with it this time, I’d swear on a Bible.
You think it’s a case of two “business rivals”
Fightin’ for turf, for money, survival
Of the fittest. I did this to let ‘em all know,
All the others, how far I am willin’ to go
If you get in my way. Bet you can’t prove it.
I’m glad he’s dead. But I didn’t do it.
Bridge:
You got a witness? Did somebody see
Me do all the things you’re blaming on me?
Man, nobody saw nothing. They never do.
They don’t say nothing ‘less I tell ‘em to.
Chorus:
Back off, man. I know what you’re doin’.
Wanna’ trick me, trip me up, yeah, you’re screwin’
With my head, to make me say I had somethin’
To do with this crime, but man, I had nothin’
To do with it this time, I’d swear on a Bible.
You think it’s a case of two “business rivals”
Fightin’ for turf, for money, survival
Of the fittest. I did this to let ‘em all know,
All the others, how far I am willin’ to go
If you get in my way. Bet you can’t prove it.
I’m glad he’s dead. But I didn’t do it.
Outro:
So if you two don’t mind, I’m gonna go,
‘Less you got somethin’ more. No? Didn’t think so.
No hard feelings, man, know what I’m sayin’?
Better luck next time. Thanks for playin’.
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