Last November Sniper
There’s a sniper in the window,
His sights are set on me.
I’m sure he’ll hit the target,
I’ve never been that lucky.
Will you come to my funeral,
put flowers on my grave?
And if this doesn’t kill me,
will you make me birthday cake?
CH: I want to leave a permanent scar on your brain,
I want to live in the headlines so you will remember my
name.
I’ll ride in the ambulance,
in intensive care.
Take me to the E.R.
I hate the way they stare.
Please, don’t act like I’m not here,
I hear the words you say.
I might be in a coma,
but I can tell you’re fake.
CH: Repeat
I know you hired that hit man,
and he does good work.
And I’m so very glad that,
you got your money’s worth.
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