[Verse: Jay Electronica]
From Bourbon to Bexhill it's murder, death, kill
The Earth is like a ferris wheel we all just sit still
Satan's drill oil spilled all into my gills
What a world, what a world we leave for children to rebuild
But that's another time, another project, another budget, another rhyme
Another purpose, another circus, another clown car, another mind
On the other line, I heard a voice that cried as if I hurt her soul
The decision cut across my throat between my ears was surgical
From 90 degrees vertical to a 180 flatline
From all these and those I just wish I could take back that time
You know the one, where you did the thing and you know you shouldn't of done that
The pain was like a boomerang that karma always brung back
A woman scorned is a page torn, a bridge burned, et cetera
A picture's worth a thousand words so welcome to the cinema
In the words of Rex Mills, "the cemetery of love is filled with murder, death, kill."
From Bourbon to Bexhill it's murder, death, kill
The Earth is like a ferris wheel we all just sit still
Satan's drill oil spilled all into my gills
What a world, what a world we leave for children to rebuild
But that's another time, another project, another budget, another rhyme
Another purpose, another circus, another clown car, another mind
On the other line, I heard a voice that cried as if I hurt her soul
The decision cut across my throat between my ears was surgical
From 90 degrees vertical to a 180 flatline
From all these and those I just wish I could take back that time
You know the one, where you did the thing and you know you shouldn't of done that
The pain was like a boomerang that karma always brung back
A woman scorned is a page torn, a bridge burned, et cetera
A picture's worth a thousand words so welcome to the cinema
In the words of Rex Mills, "the cemetery of love is filled with murder, death, kill."
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