Fatter Than Albert lyrics : "Tchoupitoulas Slim"
While these decorative bullet holes adorn our city limit signs
Would you wanna be alone
When our streets are dressed up in pitch black?
There's a shadow on the prowl tonight,
His cross hairs are indiscriminate
We've fallen pray
To the darkest of hearts
We're staring down the barrel
Of an epidemic
I have no murder wish this evening!
When did killing
Become instinctive?
When did he become a victim of you and me?
When did she become the killer outside your door?
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