So this girl's out back behind the bar She's a good girl, she called a car Y' got three motherfuckers in a big white van Two dumb friends and one mean man Well she'll fuckin' kill you, she wins every fight She's gonna rock your shit by the end of the night And the only advantage that a killer has Is they think they have the right
I listen to a lotta true crime I listen to it at night I like the girl talk It makes me feel alright I like scary stories in the morning And I like ‘em at night I like girl talk vibes They makes me feel just fine I listen to a lotta true crime
Laughter Ya' know, Dennis Rayder and David Parker Ray actually sit together in Hell Shaking, quaking, terrified That one day, somehow, someway They might meet me
They took our girls away from home They're in the woods, they're all alone The ropes are heavy and the knots are tight Tied by a monster and his oblivious wife Well I hope this doesn't seem too impolite But Ted Bundy was just never that fuckin' bright He was just sorta charismatic and white, alright? And he was so fuckin' sure he had the right
But he's ugly, and I'm glad he's dead 'Cause he had no fuckin' candle in his pumpkin head You're not special for winning a game With someone who you know was never playing She could've killed you, she had every right Y' just caught her off guard tonight But it's alright, she'll be fine We listen to a lotta true crime
One of our young turned up last night They found their body but not their eyes Somebody new must've Gone bad Where's the lord to take care of that? Where's the lord to take care of that?
I listen to a lot of true crime I listen to it at night I like the girl talk vibes They make me feel alright I like scary stories in the morning And I like ‘em at night I like the girl talk vibes They make me feel just fine I listen to a lot of true crimeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
