Confessions Of A Rooftop Killer

Gus And Frank

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    (Ahhhhhhh Oh Ahhhhhhh)

    come around children
    I want to tell you a little story
    Come around
    Sit down
    Shut the fuck up

    The old man began with his hand on his working class heart
    I swear on my grave that my days have been damned from the start
    Shall I tell you my tale of woe
    Let me sing before my days go
    It's a story of love and the darkness that drove it apart

    My love song begins with the sins I'm compelled to confess
    Maintaining deceit is a feit that I need to undress
    It's not gold or silver I stole
    Nor slanderous lies that I told
    These hands of mine held the same body they bludgeoned to death

    I was born like a thief in the streets of the traders down south
    In my youth any roof that was tiled sufficed as my house
    My only friend in this world
    Was a fatherless Japanese girl
    In summer we'd curl up and sleep in that fruit box of ours

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    In the years that passed by she and I were like old working shoes
    And never a face with such grace was seen south of the blues
    Behind a beggar boys shield
    My love for her was concealed
    Still I prayed on the rooftops at night she'd eventually chose………..

    (Ahhhhhhh Oh Ahhhhhhh)

    choose me
    be true to me………ahhgggg

    He lived like a lord in a northern industrial town
    And I understand secondhand it was love that he found
    In the arms of my Japanese doll
    They'd sleep till the church bells would toll
    Then they'd wake and make passionate love till the sun rolled back down

    Everyone knows I'm opposed to the taking of life
    I've always believed good and evil are husband and wife
    But jealousy sews deadly seeds
    And harvests the darkest of deeds
    I cut both their throats in the night with an old butchers knife

    ahhhggggggg

    I swear every word that you've heard is the terrible truth
    And now my young friend this song ends with the tangible proof
    If you still do not believe
    The loss for which I have grieved
    You'll find all the bones of my love in a box on my roof…………….

    Ahhhhhhh etc etc etc………..ahhhhggggg

    Hear my confession my only possession was born of obsession so pure…and

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