5:25 August fifth, 1962
Found her lying on her chest
Her face all turning blue
You think it was an overdose
But could it have been the pact
Could it have been the Kennedys
Was it LAPD
It ain't a mystery
Baby not to me
Murder, murder, murder mystery
Baby not to me
Rotted corpse, sex decay
Breasts all full of slugs
No answer for the accident
Her cunt has all dried up, you see
5:25 August fifth, 1962
Make it seem a suicide
Make it seem a suicide
Make it seem a suicide
Make it seem a suicide
It ain't a mystery
Baby not to me
Murder, murder, murder mystery
Baby not to me
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa-oh