Norman Rockwell Picture Melts

You cant be serious

More blood on my hands and a body in my truck

I was supposed to be swinging tonight, but instead I got in a fistfight

I guess?

I can still here the bass drum of his face

Ba dum dum

And the horns playing in sync with the clarinet soloing

Rock and roll stars of their days

So down by the bay, that's where I'll dump the body

I'll dance around the accusations and tiptoe my way home late at night to avoid waking my wife

No honey, I don't know why I have a hangover

Maybe I'm just love drunk (punch drunk)

As motherfuck, but whatever you do please don't use cuffs tonight

Trying to ease my guilty mind, there a body behind each wall and hall

So here I am giving in painting the portrait of a killer

The blood has dripped from every drain

My apologies, warden for being such a fuss that night

I just wanted to dance and I just wanted to cheat on my wife