Crimes of Passion Songtext

von Rough Trade

Her hand slipped down into the moistness of herself,
She pulled her knees up spread eagle on the bed.
Her Chanel bathrobe, torn down the side,
He was a willing victim, he couldn't resist her.

Shower still dripping, coffee table overturned,
The gun still smoking, scream caught in her throat.
Her lungs still burning, her tempo throbbing,
She reached for a crumpled pack and lit up a smoke.

There's no limit to the depths you can sink to,
There's no limit to the heights you can climb,
Crimes of passion, crimes of passion, crimes.

Crimes, (crimes of passion), (crimes), crimes, (crimes of passion).

Johnny and Eddie lay in bed, their limbs entwined,
The air full of the sickly sweet smell of Amoll.
Their tanned bodies bathed in sweat,
They looked like two young gods,
Writhing in the thros of exctasy.

Billy ran in, pulled out a knife,
Screaming goodbye as johnny begged for his life.
Eddie got Billy in a strangle hold,
Pushed his face into a blood-stained pillow.

There's no limit to the depths you can sink to,
There's no limit to the heights you can climb,
Crimes of passion, crimes of passion, crimes.

Crimes, (crimes of passion), (crimes), crimes, (crimes of passion).
(Crimes), crimes, (crimes of passion).
(Crimes), crimes, (crimes of passion).

There's no limit to the depths you can sink to,
There's no limit to the heights you can climb,

There's no limit to the depths you can sink to,
There's no limit to the heights you can climb,

There's no limit to the depths you can sink to,
There's no limit to the heights you can climb,

There's no limit to the depths you can sink to,
There's no limit to the heights you can climb,

There's no limit to the depths you can sink to,
There's no limit to the heights you can climb,

There's no limit to the depths you can sink to,
There's no limit to the heights you can climb,

There's no limit to the depths you can sink to,
There's no limit to the heights you can climb,