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Murder Song
Brandon Jordan
Alternative Rock

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Born and raised in Fort Wayne, IN. I write, record and produce songs at home.

Lyrics

Well, I'm so sick of 1999
The people are bastards
The kids, they've got no future

The people are getting so hard
Their heads are getting so high
They want back the past
The future doesn't satisfy

The black dog is in chains
And I'm not feeling the past
To think things were much easier
To think things would last

The special things don't seem to last
Just like on TV
It keeps drawing pictures
But they're not real, not really

What a disappointing century
Where's our John Lennon?
Where's our John Kennedy?
All the things that used to be special
Don't feel so special to me

Tell us all the things that you know (That you know)
And maybe we'll forget about you (About you)
Something about the way you smell (That you smell)
I can tell, that you're new (That you're new)

I like you
I know you
I don't like you
I want you

God bless the American media
The hero of the bohemian
The reason why they're famous

You can buy God
But you can't buy good
And you can't buy the future
Or a second childhood

This kid gets our fix for free
(Where does he get it?)
He sees the things we can't see
(How does he do that?)
Let's spit on him
Cause he's what we always wanted to be
(How dare you.)

Tell us all the things that you know (That you know)
And maybe we'll forget about you (About you)
Something about the way you smell (That you smell)
I can tell, that you're new (That you're new)

I like you
I know you
I don't like you
I want you

Written by Brandon Jordan. © Brandon Jordan

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