Clowns Forensic Science
Getting away with murder
Is harder than you think
Everywhere that you go
You always leave something
A hair, a fingerprint, some kind of DNA
That will leave a breadcrumb trail
Back to you one day
It's the painful truth
Even if you somehow
Get away this time
Even if they miss you returning
To the scene of the crime
No matter how much you run
No matter how much you hide
The guilt from your misdemeanour
Will eat you up inside
It's the painful truth
It's the painful truth
Days months and years will go by
But forensic science is a drag
They will pin you down in the end
With forensic science again
They will pin you down in the end
With forensic science again