Goodnight Socialite (Live at X96 2009) The Brobecks
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[Intro]
In the darkest corner of the house, I found her body there
Cold and stiff, spine in a twist, yeah!
She left a note, it read like so:
My dearest one, here's what you've done
[Chorus]
I've got your knife inside my back
I've got your rope around my neck
I feel the poison in my veins
Corrode and eat away my brain
I've told you fifteen dozen times
And that's one hundred-eighty times
If I can't have you
Then no one can
[Verse]
Shе was an honest girl (Never told a liе)
Raised with the finest things (Far too rich to die)
A silver spoon, gold diamond rings, Yeah!
And her sainted mother, the benefactor
Of the inheritance that I was after
She's got a feeling that I'll get even
And if I can't have you, then no one can!
[Chorus]
I've got your knife inside my back
I've got your rope around my neck
I feel the poison in my veins
Corrode and eat away my brain
I've told you fifteen dozen times
And that's one hundred-eighty times
If I can't have you
Whoa-o-o
In the darkest corner of the house, I found her body there
Cold and stiff, spine in a twist, yeah!
She left a note, it read like so:
My dearest one, here's what you've done
[Chorus]
I've got your knife inside my back
I've got your rope around my neck
I feel the poison in my veins
Corrode and eat away my brain
I've told you fifteen dozen times
And that's one hundred-eighty times
If I can't have you
Then no one can
[Verse]
Shе was an honest girl (Never told a liе)
Raised with the finest things (Far too rich to die)
A silver spoon, gold diamond rings, Yeah!
And her sainted mother, the benefactor
Of the inheritance that I was after
She's got a feeling that I'll get even
And if I can't have you, then no one can!
[Chorus]
I've got your knife inside my back
I've got your rope around my neck
I feel the poison in my veins
Corrode and eat away my brain
I've told you fifteen dozen times
And that's one hundred-eighty times
If I can't have you
Whoa-o-o
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