DESCRIPTION:
Artist: The Brobecks
Song: Goodnight Socialite
Album: Violent Things

In the darkest corner of the house
I found a body there
Cold and stiff
Spine in a twist

She left a note,
It read like so:
My dearest one,
Here's what you've done.

I've got your knife inside my back
I've got your rope around my neck
I feel the poison in my veins
Corrode and eat away my brains
I've told you fifeteen dozen times
And that's one hundred eighty times
If I can't have you
Then no one can.

She was an honest girl
(Never told a lie)
Raised with the finest things
(Far too rich to die)

A silver spoon
Gold diamond rings

The sainted mother,
The benefactor,
Of the inheritance,
That I was after

She's got a feeling,
That I can't even end
If I can't have you
Then no-one can


I've got your knife inside my back
I've got your rope around my neck
I feel the poison in my veins
Corrode and eat away my brains
I've told you fifeteen dozen times
And that's one hundred eighty times
If I can't have you (oh oh oh)
Then no one can.















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