Come into the backyard
To see my picturesque work of art
That I pulled out before the dirt could cave on me
Pretend it's made of tin cans
And not the bones of history
And it might make you smile if you don't get too lonely
I'm sorry I couldn't be there
But I had so much work to do
Pandora opened up my head, now the chaos reigns
I'm receiving orders
From the highest form of intelligence
It was telling me to not answer my phone
So when you tried to call me
All you got was the machine
And you heard me making threats to all authority that must be after me
My fingerprints are always giving me away
So there is no point to dissuade
Caught up in this, I only have myself to blame
As the lot that is cast on me is murder in the third degree
The 8 of Clubs decided he wasn't getting enough respect, so he began to plan a way to escape the deck. All the kings and queens said, "If you leave, we are incomplete, and we'll all be discarded by the morning." Well, he found out the hard way that nobody wants an 8 of Clubs if it's not found among the other fifty-one.
My fingerprints are always giving me away
So there is no point to dissuade
Caught up in this, I only have myself to blame
As the lot that is cast on me is murder in the third degree
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