The killer’s hands were all that the photograph revealed The evidence gonna take time to bloom But the image has been doctored and the negatives are scarred We will never know what happened in that room Questions like those are hardly worth the raisin’ But it ain’t too late to call off the investigation No it ain’t too late to call off the investigation
The officers attendant they were always polite And happy to refill your mug "I’m gonna clock out early now that the paperwork’s in order" You’d think that hole was already dug "A schedule like that gonna eat up my whole vacation… Y’know I got half a mind to call off this investigation… Yea, I got half a mind to call off the investigation"
Oh…that sound in the basement’s just the termites diggin’ in the wood Well, the rafters grow thinner and the floor starts to sag You promised you would always let me know But tonight your heart will grow a hood
There’s an old steamer trunk in the corner I know the lock is rusted through cause I tried All the letters that he wrote but never had the guts to send Some strings will never be tied Bloody footprints on the floor of the New Jersey Transit station And an anonymous phonecall woulda salvaged this whole operation He was headed out to Newark with a standby reservation Yea, he was sleepin’ on a bus out of town… When they started the investigationTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
