The Lost Art of Murder Lyrics

Could roll a four
Could roll a nine
Find yourself washed up in paradise

Just like before
She never used to mind
I lost my phone in paradise

What a nice day for a murder
You call yourself a killer boy but the only thing your killing is your time
There's nothing absurder
A bird is just a burden
To your heart your soul your body, spirit and mind

Don't look at me like that
She won't take you back
You said to much
You been to unkind
Get up off your back
Stop smoking that
Change your life, oh
You'll change their minds, ah

Could roll a four
Could roll a nine
Find yourself washed up in paradise

No light before
No light behind
Someone else washed up in paradise

What a nice day for a murder
Say you're a killer, boy, but
The only thing you're killing is time
There's nothing absurder than
A bird that's a burden to your heart
And soul and spirit and mind

Don't look at me like that
She won't take you back
You said to much
You been to unkind
Get up off your back
Stop smoking that
Save your life and change your mind

Don't look at me like that
She won't take you back
You said to much
You been to unkind
Get up off your back
Stop smoking that
Change your life
You'll change their minds