Wish It Sure Like
The Gun Is Loaded And Rhymed
Wish It Sure Like
I've Had Enough Of Your Lies
I Spent Enough Time
Without Making The Blunder
And I'll Do It Again Till She Dies
Wish It Sure Like

No *** Sure Like
It's All Gone Off In His Hands
A Deadly Assassin
Yeah, What Will His Money Buy Now?
Don't Call Me Mark Chapman
Cause They Deserve Each
Gun And Rhyme
And I'll Do It Again Till She Dies
Wish It Sure Like

I Spent Enough Time


And I'll Do It Again Till She Dies
Wish It Sure Like
I've Had Enough Of Your Lies

I Spent Enough Time
Without Making The Blunder
And I'll Do It Again Till She Dies
Wish It Sure Like
If You Call Me pertama
I'm Forgotten
Wandering Afresh
Spend者

Delicious
Mandy, Copacabana, just trying to drive the fucker out.
And as night does turn to day, and the sun does rise,
And will every morning
So this morning
Does this man know
That he must leave this festered ratmosphere
Does not look back at the two bodies, no
There is grace where before there was only malignant anger
And there is dignity in his new upright stride
And with longing in his longitude
And with attitude in his latitude
The once little man leaves the chrome condo carbuncle
And faces up to the arresting officer
Does not swerve in his arrival
The 130 police automatics point directly at his head
And with a tacky sense of humour
But with the true sense of the moment
He says
Don't call me Mark Chapman
Cause they deserve each other
Don't call me Saran Saran
Cause they ain't Tarantulas
And I'll do it again
And I'll do it again
And I'll do it again
Till she dies
And I'll do it again