LostArtofMurder

Lost Art of Murder - Babyshambles

Written by：Peter Doherty

Roll a four roll a nine

Find yourslef washed up in paradise

Like before you didn't mind

Someone else washed up in paradies

Every day

What a nice day for a murder

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 to 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

So 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 to 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

Done too much been to unkind

Get up off your back stop smoking that

Change your life

Just I'll change her mind