Lost Art Of Murder lyrics Lyrics

song lyrics Lost Art Of Murder lyrics Roll a four, roll a nine Find yourself washed up in paradise Like before you didn t mind Someone else washed up in paradise, everyday What a nice day for a murder Yourself a killer but the only thing you re killing is your time There s nothing absurder than a burd It s a burden to your heart, soul, body, spirit and mind Don t look back at me like that, she won t take you back I 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, pay as you go What a nice day for a murder Say you re a killer, I think you re killing is time There s nothing absurder than a burd It s a burden to your heart, soul, body, spirit and mind Oh, 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 Change your life, just might change her mind song lyrics