The Herbaliser - Real Killer, Pt.2 Lyrics

You ain't goin' to shoot the piano player are you?

Please, no more!
I'm hurt
Can't you see I'm hurt
You shot me, please don't! don't
Let me have a doctor
Please give me the doctor
Don't kill me!
You tried to kill me

If I tried that, your head would be splattered all over this field
Where's the girl?

Both of you put the f*cking gun on the floor now!
Nooooooo

I'd kill him
Shoot him in the face
Put him down like a dog

Killin's the hard part
Gettin' away with it
That's easy
As long as you're not at scene of the crime
With a smokin' gun in your hand
You'll get away with it

(mumbling)
Put the gun down you son of a bitch

What the f*cking world coming to?
How do you like that? How's that?
What's the f*cking matter with you?
What's the f*cking matter with you?
What are you stupid or what?
Nah, nah
I'm kidding with you what the f*ck you want me to do, I'm f*cking sick maniac
Etc....
He's dead

You know you're crazy if you think you've heard the last of this guy
He's gonna kill again
See he likes it