GOT AWAY WITH MURDER
by Kevin Kiive
Got away with murder
At least that's what they said
Climbed aboard a westbound train
Told the sheriff I was dead
Told the sheriff I was dead
Well they found me in the garden
tear stains in my eye
I said I didn't do it
But I'm wanted dead or alive
Dead or alive
Better run and hide
I feel so low in my empty soul
My heart's a lot like elastic
My eyes are dim I can't see no more
They turned the lights off in the attic
Got away with murder
But I'm always on the run
As far as I go I can't get away
From the evil that I've done
They can take away my birthday
put me in a hole
That'd be easier than
The shape I'm in
Haunted by my soul
Oh my worried soul
I feel so low in my empty soul
My heart's a lot like elastic
My eyes are dim I can't see no more
They turned the lights off in the attic
Got away with murder
and there’s no where left to run
The judge is with the jury
The devil already won (persecuted son)
He’s a son of a gun
So you can take away my birthday
put me in a hole
That'd be easier than
The shape I'm in
Haunted by this soul
Oh my worried soul
I feel so low in my empty soul
My heart's a lot like elastic
My eyes are dim I can't see no more
They turned the lights off in the attic
“HOT APPLE COBBLER”
by Kevin Kiive
I GOT THE SALISBURY STEAK
I GOT THE MASH POTATOES
GOT THE CORN CROSSING OVER IF NOT THE PEAS AND CARROTS
NOT THE HUNGRY MAN MEAL THAT MAKES YOU SLOBBER
ITS THE BURN YOUR FVCKIN’ MOUTH
HOT APPLE COBBLER!
ALUMINUM TRAY, DESERT PEALED BACK
350 OVEN ON THE CENTER RACK
30 MINUTE TIMER AND ALL FOR TWO DOLLAR
STILL YOU BURN YOUR FVCKIN’ MOUTH ON THAT
HOT APPLE COBBLER!
YOU CAN BLOW ON IT, BLOW ON IT MIGHT AS WELL
BLOW ON IT, BLOW ON IT, IT MIGHT HELP
BLOW ON IT, BLOW ON IT I’LL NEVER TELL
YOU CAN WAIT ABOUT AN HOUR
IT’S STILL HOT AS HELL!
WATCHING ANIMAL KINGDOM ON A SATURDAY NIGHT
ITS GETTING REAL BY THE TV LIGHT
WIPE YOUR LIP YOU’RE STARTING TO SLOBBER
CAUSE YOU BURN YOUR FVCKIN’ MOUTH
ON THE HOT APPLE COBBLER!
“It’s a deal with no money”
by Kevin Kiive
Tears Sunday morning don’t mean nothing on Saturday night
You were living high with no regrets
and no way to change your mind
Now I know you feel it, holding on to aces high
But the dealer’s full house left you in doubt
And you know there is no “last time”
It’s a deal with no money
The devil wants a soul
It’s all in what you’re living
But you can’t let go…
Preaching the blues helps get you through the night
The harder it feels
The more it seems, yeah, to feel just right
Now I know what’s left and it feels real [real] bad
But it’s a hurt that you need, so come let it bleed
Don’t let me take you from that
It’s a deal with no money
The devil wants a soul
It’s all in what you’re living
And you can’t let go
Life isn’t fair
Temptation beware
You’re trading your soul
Still you can’t let go…
There’s no money on the table
Cause the payments in your chest
If he wins the night, he’ll steal your life
And leave you without your rest
And the payout for the playing
If you agree to the plan
Is a seat at the table, where you practically beg him
to deal you another hand
It’s a deal with no money
The devil wants a soul
It’s all in what you’re living
And you can’t let go
Life isn’t fair
Temptation beware
You’re trading your soul
Still you can’t let go…
YOU CAN’T BREAK A WINDOW
by Kevin Kiive
They said you had a ball
Raging through a lonely old night
You turned it up loud
Dealing with the heartache and lies
If you were going down
Ain’t nothing gonna stand in your way
Cheat lying sky
Won’t be nothing but blue today
You can’t break a window you don’t want to see through
You can’t live a lie and expect to hear the truth
You can’t change your mind if you got nothing left to say
But it really doesn’t matter when you’re right
either way....
Hands on the glass
Looking for some kind of relief
Focused on the past
Ain’t no way to gather your feet
Big boss man says
I think you might be out of your mind
Well tell me how to live
I’ll try to do it better next!
You can’t break a window you don’t want to see through
You can’t live a lie and expect to hear the truth
You can’t change your mind if you got nothing left to say
But it really doesn’t matter when you’re right
either way....
So blow it all up
make it look like Fourth of July
you gotta do it big
So we got something to remember you by
Big boss man says
i think you might be out of your mind
Well tell me how to live
I’ll try to do it better next time
You can’t break a window you don’t want to see through
You can’t live a lie and expect to hear the truth
You can’t change your mind if you got nothing left to say
But it really doesn’t matter when you’re right
either way....
Come on let me in
Big boss man