Letras
You've got a way with words
You've got a way with murder
You've got an itchy finger
Even when your brain's the trigger
Even in disgrace
You can be afraid
Painted on your face
You can stand in place
You can ride the merry-go-round
It don't stop
It don't wait
You've got an accusation
You've got a sound solution
You've got an execution
Sloppy in its execution
Even in disgrace
You can be afraid
Painted on your face
You can stand in place
You can ride the merry-go-round
It don't stop
It don't wait
You've got a funny button
You've got a broad assumption
You've got a business luncheon
In your companion's dungeon
Even in disgrace
You can be afraid
Painted on your face
You can stand in place
You can ride the merry-go-round
It don't stop
It don't wait