Shoeshine For Neptune by Arsonists Get All The Girls Lyrics

Driving down the road
I hear the radio
And your muffled screams
Through the back seat
I just made your shoes
But they need to be
Cleaned for meet and greet
So classic, so smooth

As you sedated me
I slipped a little something into your drink
A potion, more like a poision
I tell you as you drive on

Brake lights shine through black
They reveal the burial plot
One last kiss before
Your final send off

You take my final breaths
Thrust them into the ocean
Cement shoes, I shall become
One with death
The air bubbles start to surface
A sensation of satisfaction
Sweeps over my entire body
Content with the done deal
The taste of this victory
Is almost too much for me

Don't forget I killed you
With my death that I home brewed
As I sink down I remember what
The sea king said, "You die here"

Chemicals begin to mix
Vision begins to blur
I fall to my knees
I am my own victim

I was meant this way either way
You tapped my phones, I made the set up
It was meant to be Neptune's plan
No fate involved