Letra de How to Murder a Man (In 3 Acts)
(La la la la la la la la la la la la) The counterculture is sulking We cannot be held responsible Sociopathological liars invented the wheel In which they run In scholarly circles To greater noodle psychology With Japanese on his t-shirt Salvation army beetle boots peeling and starting to feel As if they shrink On her third glass of wine She said you're not mine Not to speak To seek my point I sell my voice Some houses Lots of trees On vast stretches of land No sunflowers or state luminaries It's how to murder a man But I feel better today It's the end almost I am guessing