THE FUTURE IS SWINGING!

Like a murder scene, the things we said that we didn't mean Like a murder scene, we prime our poison while the good folk sleep We dig down deep, 'cause nothing's so sweet as a corpse is sweet We dig down deep, 'cause nothing's so sweet as a dead man's meat With your blood on our hands With your blood on our hands and our hands in the dirt With your blood on our hands With your blood on our hands, you never know what we'll unearth Like a murder scene, the things we said that we didn't mean We dig down deep, 'cause nothing's so sweet as a dead man's meat With your blood on our hands With your blood on our hands and our hands in the dirt With your blood on our hands With your blood on our hands, you never know what we'll unearth Place your name upon the dotted line now, baby What a way to make the morning headlines, ey? Place your name upon the dotted line now, baby What a way to make the morning headlines, ey? Are you feeling well? Get in line, I'm going to be your murderer Your feeble flesh is a feast before my eyes The written word adorns my ceaseless hunger I'll hack you down in strokes of black on white Extra, extra, read all about it! We make them famous then they're soon departed Extra, extra, read all about it! We make them famous then they're soon departed Extra, extra, read all about it! We make them famous then they're soon departed Extra, extra, read all about it! We make them famous then they're soon departed Place your name upon the dotted line now, baby What a way to make the morning headlines, ey? Place your name upon the dotted line now, baby What a way to make the morning headlines, ey? I'm not feeling well