4. I killed her but that’s not the point

I spent my life trouble

Between my heart and mind

And with a gentle way to justify my ways

And keep you satisfied

Now among complains and worries

There’s one thing I’d like to say

Though in all your reasons there’s an argument

To hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me

My soul’s already in hell

There’s a black spot on my heel

I turned my back and well…

Two fingers on a line and closed a little eye

Bang band she’s dead enough for

Bang band she’s dead enough for

I spent my gains into many pains

That money just can’t buy

Ant the jazzmen chords from the harbor scored

That nightmare for a while

And the clocks set up and then they rang and stopped

“My love, it’s time to die”

But then I realized that for a honest guy

Imagination builds most perfect crimes

My soul’s already in hell

There’s a black spot on my heel

I turned my back and well…

Two fingers on a line and closed a little eye

Bang band she’s dead enough for

Bang band she’s dead enough for me