Lyrics Lost Art Of Murder - Babyshambles

(And... take one)
Could roll a four, roll a nine
Find yourself washed up in paradise
But like before you didn′t mind
Someone else washed up in paradise
Every day
What a nice day for a murder
Call yourself a killer
Only thing you're killing is your time
There′s nothing absurder
Than a bird that's a burden
To your heart, soul, body, spirit and mind
Don't look at me like that
She won′t take you back
I′ve said too much
Been too unkind
Get off your back
Stop smoking that
Change your life
Just might change her mind
Her mind
Roll a four, roll a nine
Find yourself washed up in paradise
All the fours to all the nines
I lost my phone in paradise
And there she goes
What a nice day for a murder
Say you're a killer
Only thing you′re killing is time
There's nothing absurder
Than a bird that′s a burden
To your heart, soul, body, spirit and mind
No, don't look at me like that
She won′t take you back
You done too much
Been too unkind
Get up off your back
Stop smoking that
Change your life
Think it'll change her mind
Don't look at me like that
She won′t take you back
Said too much
Been too unkind
Get up off your back
Stop smoking that
Change your life
Just might change her mind