作词 : Geordie Greep 作曲 : Cameron Picton/Geordie Greep/Morgan Simpson As a farmhand I had No aversion to killing But to murder a man in cold blood Was something entirely different One dawn, one spring One man came to me Out of tire screech Of a black MG Dark clad, upright, emaciated, lips curved He said, “My friend, would you like to make some cash tonight?” “Some people really are awful” he said “This you can’t deny” “Some people are as useless as lids on a fish’s eyes” No pistols, no blades Strangulation was how it had to be He could depend on the strength of a man of manual labor The perfect idiot for his need Persuasion-wise, he had a real gift Temptation had me by the balls He sold me a dream, and I fell in For no reason except I’m a fool To sign away eternity with one stroke A blind greedy hoax, the joke of all jokes I’ll tell you for free, it wasn't like a pig's squeal! Job done No word From anyone I scour the pool halls, the strip bars, and casinos No man was skinny enough to vaguely resemble my friend who said, Who said, “We’ll meet at The Queen at 8 With 10 grand in your pocket, don’t be late” No sign of the black clad gang man Front page news: “Random killing - No gang affiliation, no mob justice - Murder”! To see the bruised neck I wrecked, immortalized in print A circle opened from the black and white picture And my search for that face was complete He climbed out the page and shed his skin Revealing the red king This was no mafioso, this was Satan himself True evil - the stench of an unknowable wealth “You’re coming with me son”, the cries, anguish, torment, The shame, pain, heartache, suffering, futile regret! As a farmhand I had No aversion to killing But to murder a man in cold blood Was something entirely different One dawn, one spring One man came to me Out of tire screech Of a black MG Dark clad, upright, emaciated, lips curved He said, “My friend, would you like to make some cash tonight?” “Some people really are awful” he said “This you can’t deny” “Some people are as useless as lids on a fish’s eyes” No pistols, no blades Strangulation was how it had to be He could depend on the strength of a man of manual labor The perfect idiot for his need Persuasion-wise, he had a real gift Temptation had me by the balls He sold me a dream, and I fell in For no reason except I’m a fool To sign away eternity with one stroke A blind greedy hoax, the joke of all jokes I’ll tell you for free, it wasn't like a pig's squeal! Job done No word From anyone I scour the pool halls, the strip bars, and casinos No man was skinny enough to vaguely resemble my friend who said, Who said, “We’ll meet at The Queen at 8 With 10 grand in your pocket, don’t be late” No sign of the black clad gang man Front page news: “Random killing - No gang affiliation, no mob justice - Murder”! To see the bruised neck I wrecked, immortalized in print A circle opened from the black and white picture And my search for that face was complete He climbed out the page and shed his skin Revealing the red king This was no mafioso, this was Satan himself True evil - the stench of an unknowable wealth “You’re coming with me son”, the cries, anguish, torment, The shame, pain, heartache, suffering, futile regret!
[00:00.000] 作词 : Geordie Greep [00:01.000] 作曲 : Cameron Picton/Geordie Greep/Morgan Simpson [00:17.25]As a farmhand I had [00:21.71]No aversion to killing [00:25.24]But to murder a man in cold blood [00:30.35]Was something entirely different [00:39.36]One dawn, one spring [00:42.79]One man came to me [00:46.51]Out of tire screech [00:50.87]Of a black MG [00:54.59]Dark clad, upright, emaciated, lips curved [01:10.28]He said, “My friend, would you like to make some cash tonight?” [01:32.95]“Some people really are awful” he said [01:36.66]“This you can’t deny” [01:40.66]“Some people are as useless as lids on a fish’s eyes” [01:47.90]No pistols, no blades [01:50.22]Strangulation was how it had to be [01:54.49]He could depend on the strength of a man of manual labor [01:59.60]The perfect idiot for his need [02:09.36]Persuasion-wise, he had a real gift [02:12.70]Temptation had me by the balls [02:16.41]He sold me a dream, and I fell in [02:20.04]For no reason except I’m a fool [02:31.00]To sign away eternity with one stroke [02:34.53]A blind greedy hoax, the joke of all jokes [02:41.12]I’ll tell you for free, it wasn't like a pig's squeal! [02:52.17]Job done [02:53.57]No word [02:54.40]From anyone [02:58.30]I scour the pool halls, the strip bars, and casinos [03:01.65]No man was skinny enough to vaguely resemble my friend who said, [03:06.29]Who said, “We’ll meet at The Queen at 8 [03:08.52]With 10 grand in your pocket, don’t be late” [03:12.89]No sign of the black clad gang man [03:19.67]Front page news: “Random killing - [03:23.20]No gang affiliation, no mob justice - [03:26.26]Murder”! [03:33.13]To see the bruised neck I wrecked, immortalized in print [03:40.56]A circle opened from the black and white picture [03:43.44]And my search for that face was complete [03:47.81]He climbed out the page and shed his skin [03:50.87]Revealing the red king [03:55.15]This was no mafioso, this was Satan himself [03:58.49]True evil - the stench of an unknowable wealth [04:02.02]“You’re coming with me son”, the cries, anguish, torment, [04:04.90]The shame, pain, heartache, suffering, futile regret! [00:17.25]As a farmhand I had [00:21.71]No aversion to killing [00:25.24]But to murder a man in cold blood [00:30.35]Was something entirely different [00:39.36]One dawn, one spring [00:42.79]One man came to me [00:46.51]Out of tire screech [00:50.87]Of a black MG [00:54.59]Dark clad, upright, emaciated, lips curved [01:10.28]He said, “My friend, would you like to make some cash tonight?” [01:32.95]“Some people really are awful” he said [01:36.66]“This you can’t deny” [01:40.66]“Some people are as useless as lids on a fish’s eyes” [01:47.90]No pistols, no blades [01:50.22]Strangulation was how it had to be [01:54.49]He could depend on the strength of a man of manual labor [01:59.60]The perfect idiot for his need [02:09.36]Persuasion-wise, he had a real gift [02:12.70]Temptation had me by the balls [02:16.41]He sold me a dream, and I fell in [02:20.04]For no reason except I’m a fool [02:31.00]To sign away eternity with one stroke [02:34.53]A blind greedy hoax, the joke of all jokes [02:41.12]I’ll tell you for free, it wasn't like a pig's squeal! [02:52.17]Job done [02:53.57]No word [02:54.40]From anyone [02:58.30]I scour the pool halls, the strip bars, and casinos [03:01.65]No man was skinny enough to vaguely resemble my friend who said, [03:06.29]Who said, “We’ll meet at The Queen at 8 [03:08.52]With 10 grand in your pocket, don’t be late” [03:12.89]No sign of the black clad gang man [03:19.67]Front page news: “Random killing - [03:23.20]No gang affiliation, no mob justice - [03:26.26]Murder”! [03:33.13]To see the bruised neck I wrecked, immortalized in print [03:40.56]A circle opened from the black and white picture [03:43.44]And my search for that face was complete [03:47.81]He climbed out the page and shed his skin [03:50.87]Revealing the red king [03:55.15]This was no mafioso, this was Satan himself [03:58.49]True evil - the stench of an unknowable wealth [04:02.02]“You’re coming with me son”, the cries, anguish, torment, [04:04.90]The shame, pain, heartache, suffering, futile regret!
