Murder Songtext
von Jonathan Bree
Murder Songtext
Now you don′t feel welcome
In your own home
Once all jobs went to your kind alone
Now you don't feel safe in
Your sweet home
Double lock every door
They′re down the road
(Instrumental)
You're the embarassment
Bigots calling for a line up, murder
Feeling lost everything
Bigots calling for a line up, murder
In your own home
Once all jobs went to your kind alone
Now you don't feel safe in
Your sweet home
Double lock every door
They′re down the road
(Instrumental)
You're the embarassment
Bigots calling for a line up, murder
Feeling lost everything
Bigots calling for a line up, murder
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