I saw you there, standing by the bar on baker street brown eyes staring back at me.
You waved me over for a drink. I didn't know you'd be the death of me, literally, because you spike my drink with GHB.
The one day I choose to go out of course I end up getting knocked out lured in by the words "...you look lovely..."
I didn't know that the next day they would find me in the lake, floating quietly.
And his name was John, John Lee Byers don't get it wrong. You've seen his face on every TV screen,
brown hair, brown eyes, 23 drove a honda odyssey that still holds my spleen
oh how could someone possibly have the audacity to murder me
for god sake, I'm only nineteen
I've met my end, He pulled a Jeffery Dahmer, drilling holes, and filling water in my head.
That barrel he stuffed me in is filled with red, oh hold on, honey, you forgot my head, it's on the bed!
And I'll get my revenge just wait and see, my mother will be sure to avenge me.
She'll show up to your trial so sad and sweet, no one will suspect her treachery.
She'll stab you in the eye and watch you bleed,
With the knife that's tucked behind her knee,
and everyone will laugh as you bleed!
credits
from 3 Murders,
released October 22, 2020
Devon Rose: Vocals
Jackson Cavalier: Electric Guitar, Bass, Drums, Harmonica, Background Vocals.
A vibrant vision of "Central Americana" from the Costa Rica-based artist, blending heartland devotionals with playful Tropicália grooves. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 27, 2022