|
Lyric provided by www.seekalyric.com |
When the waitress walked by- She must have caught his eye And at that moment he was mine A little slight of hand and I had poisoned his bowl of Neopolitan What else can I say man? Enjoy your ice-cream Murder is such an ugly word I'll use another if you so prefer Me? I like to call it art and art is its own reward Just ask Burt Ward, years of living in the shadow of the bat But we'll come back to that Right now let's roll this little memo out to the big boss for the next time you think I'm going soft Send some punk to try to knock me off Here's a reminder you fucking hind-grinder With a cherry on top That I never lost a step Message to Marcel, message to Marcel That I never lost a step Message to Marcel, message to Marcel In my paraphsychology The ghosts they only visit me Mother it's no bother there's a demon on the shoulder and an angel upon the other The tie always goes to the runner (ten quatlooms on the newcomer) They always seem to remember the art is its own reward Yeah just ask Burt Ward Tell me he never felt like capping anybody Half a lifetime spent living in the shadow of the bat Like that has got to take its toll on you Take control of you Until one day all you have left to show Is the only thing for sure you've ever known The art of an obedient carefully connected rogue That I never lost a step Message to Marcel, message to Marcel And I never rubbed the bat Message to Marcel, message to Marcel En Guarde That I never lost a step Message to Marcel, message to Marcel And I never rubbed the bat Message to Marcel, message to Marcel Message to Marcel, message to Marcel To avoid copyright violation, we will give credit where credit is due. Lyrics by Michael Allen Zirk (Maz) Music By Paul Robinson |