Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

look it up
said the lady'
what a lady
not a whore at all

I looked up and saw the sun
I had a gun
not a shot gun or a rifle
no, no a hand gun
the lady had none

look up
she said
look me up
I remember it
but now she's dead

murder was never a phase
or a fade in my group
my friends
the mad roamer's of the land
But I looked up a lady and killd her

I looked up
and saw the big friendly giant
what a gant
I killed a lady I looked up

(you see him on the subway)

I looked a lady up and killed her

(People giving him weird looks, does he want the attention?)