Wednesday 13

Wednesday 13 - My Home Sweet Homicide songtekst

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I've got nothing to lose that's why I'm with you

My X-Ray glasses don't lie

And the best thing about our future

Is knowing that I'm gonna die



It's a simple mistake that anyone could make

And I guess I won the grand prize

A lifetime supply of misery

My home sweet homicide



And I'm so love sick, sick of you

I guess I'll see you in hell

But I'm sure you'd ruin that too



You'll be the death of me

Baby you're my home sweet homicide



You're the reason why I never tried

You're the biggest star in your own mind

No anti-dote, it's a fucking joke

And I'll never get out alive



Now on the count of three

Won't you bury me

Close the casket and say goodbye

And its ashes to ashes, dust to dust

My home sweet homicide



And I'm so love sick, sick of you

I guess I'll see you in hell

But I'm sure you'd ruin that too



You'll be the death of me

Baby you're my home sweet homicide



And I'm so love sick, sick of you

I guess I'll see you in hell

But I'm sure you'd ruin that too



You'll be the death of me

Baby you're my home sweet homicide


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