Lotta True Crime

So this girl's out back, behind the bar
 She's a good girl
 She called a car
 You got three motherfuckers in a big white van
 Two dumb friends and one mean man
 Well she'll fucking kill you
 She wins every fight
 She's gonna rock your shit by the end of the night
 And the only advantage that a killer has
 Is they think they have the right
 I listen to a lot of True Crime
 I listen to it at night
 I like the girl talk
 It makes me feel alright
 I like scary stories in the morning
 And I like 'em at night
 I like the girl talk vibes
 They make me feel just fine
 I listen to a lot of True Crime
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 You know Dennis Rader and David Parker Ray
 Actually sit together in Hell
 Shaking quaking terrified
 That one day, somehow, someway
 They might meet me
 They took our girls away from home
 They're in the woods, they're all alone
 The ropes are heavy and the knots are tight
 Tied by a monster and his oblivious wife
 Well, I hope this doesn't seem too impolite
 But Ted Bundy was just never that fucking bright
 He was just sorta charismatic and white, alright?
 And he was so fucking sure he had the right
 But he's ugly and I'm glad he's dead
 'Cause there was no fucking candle in his pumpkin head
 You're not special for winning a game
 With someone who you know was never playing
 She could've killed you
 She had every right
 You just caught her off guard tonight
 But it's alright
 She'll be fine
 We listen to a lotta True Crime
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 One of our young turned up last night
 They found their body but not their eyes
 Somebody new must've gone bad
 Where's the lord to take care of that?
 Where's the lord to take care of that?
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 I listen to a lot of True Crime
 I listen to it at night
 I like the girl talk vibes
 They make me feel alright
 I like scary stories in the morning
 And I like 'em at night
 I like the girl talk vibes
 They make me feel just fine
 I listen to a lot of True Crime