Murder On My Mind

Try to convince yourself that you're doing me a favor

When not too deep inside you that it ain't so

So you compete with the arts

And your act is climbing up the charts

You can pick up a piece of the latest release with ease

So easy

You pass out credits and pretend to run the show

I'd like to think you know - i got murder on my mind

You and your kind are growing fat on others labour

You steal candy from kids and pat them on their backs

Got what the public demands

And the blood of elvis on your hands

You sell it by the drop and every junkie wanna cop some flavor

Got a remastered revolution out with bonus tracks

Guess you stabbed a few backs - i got murder on my mind

That simple thing was meant to help and to heal

Somehow recently it lost it's appeal

You got it butchered and sold it by the cut

But hey at least you sold a lot

First you killed the heartbeat

And then you killed the soul

You killed rock & roll

I got murder on my mind