now you’ve got nothing
And only blues keep coming your way
Alone with the music
You wish that you were out of there
Hot headed and out of luck
And then time so twisted
It’s spiraling down and round
You’d better do something
It’s murder, murder, murder
Someone do something
It’s murder, murder, murder
And so you keep running
Desperation in your eyes
Alone with your anger
You hide yourself in some disguise
Hot headed and running blind
And then time so twisted
It’s spiraling down and round
Someone do something
There’s gonna be a murder right here
Someone call somebody
It’s murder, murder, murder
now you’re out on the street
Sweat and tarmac cloud up your mind
Alone in your prison
You leave the rest so far behind
Hot headed and out of luck
And then time so twisted
It’s spiraling down and round
Somebody call somebody
There’s gonna be a murder right here
Somebody somebody
Murder, murder, murder
Hot headed and out of luck
And then time so twisted
It’s spiraling down and round
Someone call somebody
There’s gonna be a murder right here
Somebody somebody
Murder, murder, murder
Somebody killed somebody
Killed somebody