Songtexte Death of a Jazz Trumpeter - Methodica

Nobody stop the killer
No one could stop him anyway
Nobody stop his bloody hand
Nobody stop the killer
Nobody stop what's going to be
Nobody stop the murderer
In my dreams
I have seen
Drops of blood
So obscene
Tonight you'll see a show
You've never seen before
Don't miss it, don't stay home
And there's nothing you can do
Nothing you would do
To save this heart of stone
Nobody stop the killer
No one could stop him anyway
Nobody stop what's going to be
Fate's on the theater staircase
Fate's on the theater colonnade
No hesitation in his hand
Shoot!
Shoot!
Shoot!
Three more to go!
Shoot!
Shoot!
Shoot!
The chosen one
Has closed his eyes
Sheds a tear
And quietly dies
Tonight you've seen a show
You've never seen before
It was not worth staying home
There was nothing you could do
Nothing left to lose
His empty soul will roam
We slip on the blood
We slip on the blood
In my dreams
I have seen
Drops of blood
There's nothing you can do
Nothing you would do
To save this heart of stone