Lost Art of Murder

(And... take one) Could roll a four, roll a nine Find yourself washed up in paradise But like before you didn't mind Someone else washed up in paradise Every day What a nice day for a murder Call yourself a killer 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 I've said too much Been too unkind Get 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 to all the nines I lost my phone in paradise And there she goes What a nice day for a murder Say you're a killer 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 No, don't look at me like that She won't take you back You 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 Change your life Just might change her mind