True Crime Lyrics

Bok, sickened by sentimentality, responds

I have a taste for true crime,
Slashed nipples and all the rest,
I confess I like true crime.

Three men pick up a boy at Taco Loco,
And say: "You're gonna be our leading man."
They drive to Arizona,
Snuff him out on Betacam
Ooo I wanna see that one.

I have a taste for true crime,
Faces of Death and all the rest,
I confess I like true crime.
From Don Juans in bloody sheets
To the hollow cheeks of dredged-up cheats,
I have to say I feel complete
When I see true crime.

Don't give me all your shit:
Life is good and death is bad.
I can think of many lives
That are not worth living:

A quiet man who lives alone
Tries to bury all the thoughts
That are not permissible.
He hopes there's a line that divides
Thought and action.

I have a taste for true crime,
Slashed nipples and all the rest,
I confess I like true crime.
From Don Juans in bloody sheets
To the hollow cheeks of dredged-up cheats,
I have to say I feel complete
When I see true crime.

Don't give me all your shit:
Life is good and death is bad.
I can think of many deaths
That are worth giving.