The Green Pajamas

I Feel Like A Murder

In a deep dark corner in the cold of my skull
Where anger and pain and heartache dwell
I see your big wide eyes burning in Hell
But I wouldn't be the kind of man to send her
I'd have to be the kind of man to mend her

But I don't really want to mend anyone at all
I'd rather throw the whore up against the wall
But I'd be too strong or I'd be too tall
I'd take my sword and run it right through her
But I don't think that would even do her

I wonder who's ghost lives in this place
Torturing and taunting and haunting me
Making me say things that I don't mean
She never even gave me cause to hurt her
Then why is it I feel like a murder

Summer of lust, summer so blue
Not much to offer, nothing much to do
I need a new place to live and a new pair of shoes
Said she's coming over like a flirter
And underneath I feel like a murder

She said that I was sexually over the hill
But that ain't no reason for me to want to kill
But someone has to pay and somebody will
But it won't be me who does the collecting
I was only just reflecting

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(c) 1984 Kelly
Lyrics by Jeff Kelly
from the album, "Summer Of Lust"