Hey There Mr. Brooks

Oh, you're back to me and the hunger returns
 I told myself I was done for good
 All the memories of all the pictures burned
 I see them dancing, my heart begins to pound
 I didn't make a sound
 They didn't see me coming
 The lights are left on
 The curtains left wide
 One scream, it's over
 I lay them side by side, side by side
 Holding each other
 I'll be there in the morning
 With a smile on my face
 I'll be there in the morning
 To start it all again
 Boy you caught me red handed
 You've got no fucking clue what you just got yourself into
 Panic runs down your leg, seeing me kill again
 You just got yourself caught and you don't even know it
 On the drive you get the rush and pull the gun on me
 We make the stop, it's time to be set free
 Oh, the bullet's gone
 I take this spade, I slit your throat
 You fall into your grave, I cover up my tracks, I'm done
 I won't kill again, I said that's it, I'm done
 I'll be there in the morning
 With a smile on my face
 I'll be there in the morning
 To start it all again
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 No, she's daddy's little girl
 She wasn't meant to be another me
 But it's the scissors to my throat
 To my fucking throat
 No, she's daddy's little girl
 She wasn't meant to be another me
 But it's the scissors to my throat
 To my fucking throat