Bill Madden - MurderLyrics

Blowin down the highway In venture and thrill The rush in his veins Is the alcohol and pills Carry on, your ill-fated ride Hit and run homicide Do you feel contrition Or anger and denial Are ya thinkin of yourself Or the child, ah yea Murder, murder Southeast in O.C. Lopers cruise the streets With tattoos of allegiance Guns and rosaries Carry on, vato chingon Your time's gonna come In your random violence Do you feel regret Is nothing sacred Or innocent, ah yea Murder, murder Rage against the system Of loop holes and leaks Freedom is a privilege Of power and celebrity Carry on, counselor with your spin Blow your idiot wind Justice for everyone Is a fallacy, a joke Money acquits and the poor Get the rope, ah yea Murder, murder Murder, murder, ah yea Murder, murder