Wish It Sure LikeThe Gun Is Loaded And RhymedWish It Sure LikeI've Had Enough Of Your LiesI Spent Enough TimeWithout Making The BlunderAnd I'll Do It Again Till She DiesWish It Sure LikeNo *** Sure LikeIt's All Gone Off In His HandsA Deadly AssassinYeah, What Will His Money Buy Now?Don't Call Me Mark ChapmanCause They Deserve EachGun And RhymeAnd I'll Do It Again Till She DiesWish It Sure LikeI Spent Enough TimeAnd I'll Do It Again Till She DiesWish It Sure LikeI've Had Enough Of Your LiesI Spent Enough TimeWithout Making The BlunderAnd I'll Do It Again Till She DiesWish It Sure LikeIf You Call Me pertamaI'm ForgottenWandering AfreshSpend者DeliciousMandy, Copacabana, just trying to drive the fucker out.And as night does turn to day, and the sun does rise,And will every morningSo this morningDoes this man knowThat he must leave this festered ratmosphereDoes not look back at the two bodies, noThere is grace where before there was only malignant angerAnd there is dignity in his new upright strideAnd with longing in his longitudeAnd with attitude in his latitudeThe once little man leaves the chrome condo carbuncleAnd faces up to the arresting officerDoes not swerve in his arrivalThe 130 police automatics point directly at his headAnd with a tacky sense of humourBut with the true sense of the momentHe saysDon't call me Mark ChapmanCause they deserve each otherDon't call me Saran SaranCause they ain't TarantulasAnd I'll do it againAnd I'll do it againAnd I'll do it againTill she diesAnd I'll do it again