Lost Art Of Murder - Babyshambles Roll a four, roll a nine Find yourself washed up in paradise Just like before you didn't mind someone else washed up in paradise Every day What a nice day for a murder You call yourself a killer but the only thing you're killing is your time There's nothing absurder than a bird that's a burden to your heart, soul, body, spirit and 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 Her mind Roll a four, roll a nine Find yourself washed up in paradise All the fours or all the nines I lost my phone in paradise Pay as you go What a nice day for a murder You call yourself a killer but the only thing you're killing is time There's nothing absurder than a bird that's a burden to your heart, soul, body, spirit and mind Don't look at me like that she won't take you back Done too much been too unkind Get up off your back, stop smoking that Change your life, think it'll change her 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 If you change your life Do you think they'll change their minds?

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August 2009