Emilie Autumn Let The Record Show
Turning tricks with absent guile,
Reeling in your crooked smile,
Why did I turn to you?
I only wanted a hand to pour my heart into.
And now I'll bump my grind through another night,
Lose my mind in another fight.
Why did I turn to you?
I only gave you a chance to prove the rumours true.
And now I'm paying with my, paying with my life.
I'm paying with my life, my life, my life.
So let the record show!
That you murdered me in your coldest blood,
With your own two hands.
Don't think no-one understands.
It happens everyday.
Working life like a burlesque show,
Get them off and they'll let you go.
Why did I turn to you?
I only turned out to be just one more girl you slew.
And now I'll bump my grind for another,
Lose my mind in another,
Why, why, why, why?
I only gave you a chance to prove the rumours true.
And now I'm paying with my, paying with my life.
I'm paying with my life, my life, my life.
So let the record show!
That you murdered me in your coldest blood,
With your own two hands.
Don't think no-one understands.
It happens everyday.
You're jealous, oh,
You're jealous, why,
It's a simple excuse for a complex crime.
So write this on your soul,
Or don't waste my time.
If I'm going down then I'm going down good,
I'm going down then I'm going down clean,
I'm going down then I'm going,
The prettiest broken girl that you've ever seen.
If I'm going down then I'm going down good,
I'm going down then I'm going down clean,
I'm going down then I'm going,
The prettiest wretched whore that you've ever seen.
But while I breathe,
I've got no evidence to prove my end.
And so you'll walk away -
Nope, wrong again!
So let the record show!
That you murdered me in your coldest blood,
With your own two hands.
Don't think no-one understands.
It happens everyday.
You're jealous, oh,
You're jealous, why,
It's a simple excuse for a complex crime.
So write this on your soul,
And let it show!
That you murdered me in your coldest blood,
With your own two hands.
Don't think no-one understands.
It happens everyday.
You're jealous, oh,
You're jealous, why,
It's a simple excuse for a complex crime.
So write this on your soul,
Or don't waste my time.
