My hands I watched them, right one on the wheel
Left one sitting peacefully against the door
I couldn't believe the things they could do
When you've been knocked one too many times to
The fl oor
And my veins they roared and fl owed with a venom
They just seemed so possessed
I couldn't believe the power that was in them
After the damage was assessed
Don't preach to me man, you didn't see how she was
Looking at me
Thinking about the murder in the fi rst degree
Seemed like the thing took me over
Wondering where I should go
Maybe north to the border, maybe west to California
Maybe south down to Mexico
Struck me as being a bit too predictable
And Lord how I hate to be read
But the bars around us were too restrictable
No matter what was spoken things were left unsaid
I thought about her screaming as I crossed into
Tennessee
Thinking about the murder in the fi rst degree
Now all I ever wanted to do was make her happy
Tell me what's wrong with that
She said "It's too late now," she put on her coat
And she started reaching for her hat
So I grabbed her arm I said "Why you doing this?"
She pulled away I ripped her jacket sleeve
She said something I didn't realize in my shock and
Then
She proceeded to leave, she said
"My love's grown differently for you, baby can't you
See?"
Thinking about the murder in the fi rst degree
All the saints are dressed in black on this gloomy
Afternoon
Tonight there shall be no turning back
The evening's bitten by the bleeding moon
My conscience feels like it's gonna erupt
Because I see her face everywhere
And my heart pounds like those coffi n sounds
I can almost see her lying there
I'm haunted by the past, haunted by her memory
Haunted by the murder in the fi rst degree
Haunted by the murder in the fi rst degree