Murder: The Experience by The Paranoid Style Lyrics
I was on trial, I was in style, faced the cold credibility of an unmarked file
One time a friend told me to expect a visitor
One time I believe I met the inquisitor
No one’s saying it’s an accident that I came to town
No one’s saying it’s a coincidence the way things went down
I was keeping the books I was keeping up appearances
You kill it with looks – murder the experience
I could see you late, I just can’t see straight
We made our way to the Fulton fish mart
Bronx-bound bus, 2:13 in the morning
There were people that I trust giving me the warning
No one’s saying it’s an accident that I left town
I suppose I ran away the second you came around
I was running scared, I was running interference
But every day without you was murder: the experience
God damn the people who would doubt
They never wanted to understand
At the length the truth will out
Soon they’ll think that we’re all friends
You’ve got a lot of nerve to say this is the end
Separated by decree, I was locked in Little Ease
I’d watch from my window to see if you’d see me
And maybe I was lying when I said that I was fine
And maybe I was lying when I said I wasn’t lying
On the very worst night of my very worst day
A smile from you could murder my pain
On my deathbed I could see you making an appearance
Anything less would murder the experience
One time a friend told me to expect a visitor
One time I believe I met the inquisitor
No one’s saying it’s an accident that I came to town
No one’s saying it’s a coincidence the way things went down
I was keeping the books I was keeping up appearances
You kill it with looks – murder the experience
I could see you late, I just can’t see straight
We made our way to the Fulton fish mart
Bronx-bound bus, 2:13 in the morning
There were people that I trust giving me the warning
No one’s saying it’s an accident that I left town
I suppose I ran away the second you came around
I was running scared, I was running interference
But every day without you was murder: the experience
God damn the people who would doubt
They never wanted to understand
At the length the truth will out
Soon they’ll think that we’re all friends
You’ve got a lot of nerve to say this is the end
Separated by decree, I was locked in Little Ease
I’d watch from my window to see if you’d see me
And maybe I was lying when I said that I was fine
And maybe I was lying when I said I wasn’t lying
On the very worst night of my very worst day
A smile from you could murder my pain
On my deathbed I could see you making an appearance
Anything less would murder the experience