Slow Homicide

 

I don’t know why

you go on about it

No doubt about it

Its slow homicide as you go

on and on and on and on

 

Enough to make you cry

Giving something for nothing

The pain is numbing

A form of suicide

Now there’s no forgiving

Do you call this living

 

But you drive me to distraction

Every time you come around

Hey hey hey

Some kind of blind reaction

Lifts my feet from solid ground

Yeh hey

 

It’s somewhere inside

that long lost feeling

Keeps me from reeling

The last one to hide

From all these years of falling

But still recalling

 

And you drive me to distraction

Every time you come around

Yeh hey

 

Cheap and nasty actions

Hey hey

 

Had to question why

I ever bothered

Only ended up smothered

And as I wave by-by

I will always remember

That late December

 

When you drove me to distraction

Every time you came around

Yey hey hey

Some kind of blind reaction

Lifts my feet from solid ground

But not today

Hey

 

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