Persons Unknown

By Mikel Rouse

On Failing Kansas

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It just shut you up

The strangeness of it

Goin' out there

Where we'd always had such a welcome

Single-killer concept

Double-killer concept

Fun to flirt

Fun to flirt

Nobody would kill

Four people for fifty bucks

You don't have to read it

CLUES ARE FEW IN SLAYING OF 4

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CLUES ARE FEW IN SLAYING OF 4

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CLUES ARE FEW IN SLAYING OF 4

Fifty times

CLUES ARE FEW IN SLAYING OF 4

For this killer or killers

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For this killer or killers

The grammar is

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For this killer or killers

'For this killer

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For this killer or killеrs

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Aw, come on, baby

Get the bubbles out of your blood

We scored

It was perfect

She woke me up

She woke me up

She had a flashlight

She had a flashlight

And she hit me with it

And she hit me with it and she

Hit me and hit me

Hit me with it, hit me and hit me

And when the flashlight broke

She had a flashlight and when the

She went on hitting me

Flashlight broke, hit me and hit me

In the dark

In the dark

Taller than Jesus

Yellow like a sunflower

Taller than Jesus

Yellow like a sunflower

Cameras are your best investment

Easiest thing to hock or sell

Cameras and TV sets

Taller than Jesus

Yellow like a sunflower

Taller than Jesus

Yellow like a sunflower

There's a race of men that don't fit in

A race that can't stay still;

So they break the hearts of kith and kin;

And they roam the world at will

They range the field and they rove the flood

And they climb the mountains crest;

Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood

And they don't know how to rest

If they just went straight they might go far;

They are strong and brave and true;

But they're always tired of the things that are

And they want the strange and new

Dad, I been looking for you everywhere

Where you been, Dad?

Know what I think?

I think there must be something wrong with us

To do what we did

There's got to be something wrong

With somebody who'd do a thing like that

Deal me out, baby

I'm a normal

In this world today while we're living

Some folks say the worst of us they can

But when we're dead and in our caskets

They always slip some lilies in our hand

Won't you give me flowers while I'm living

Won't you give me flowers while I'm living

You don't have to read it

CLUES ARE FEW IN SLAYING OF 4

Fifty times

CLUES ARE FEW IN SLAYING OF 4

You don't have to read it

CLUES ARE FEW IN SLAYING OF 4

Fifty times

CLUES ARE FEW IN SLAYING OF 4

You have a guitar long enough

Like I had that one

Wax and shine it

Fit your voice to it

Treat it like it was a girl

You really had some use for

It gets to be kind of holy

For this killer or killers

That's incorrect

For this killer or killers

The grammar is

For this killer or killers

It ought to be

For this killer or killers

'For this killer

For this killer or killers

Or these killers'

For this killer or killers

'For this killer

For this killer or killers

Or these killers'

Aw, come on, baby

Get the bubbles out of your blood

We scored

It was perfect

She woke me up

She woke me up

She had a flashlight

She had a flashlight

And she hit me with it

And she hit me with it and she

Hit me and hit me

Hit me with it, hit me and hit me

And when the flashlight broke

She had a flashlight and when the

She went on hitting me

Flashlight broke, hit me and hit me

In the dark

In the dark

Taller than Jesus

Yellow like a sunflower

Taller than Jesus

Yellow like a sunflower

Cameras are your best investment

Easiest thing to hock or sell

Cameras and TV sets

Taller than Jesus

Yellow like a sunflower

Taller than Jesus

Yellow like a sunflower

There's a race of men that don't fit in

A race that can't stay still;

So they break the hearts of kith and kin;

And they roam the world at will

They range the field and they rove the flood

And they climb the mountains crest;

Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood

And they don't know how to rest

If they just went straight they might go far;

They are strong and brave and true;

But they're always tired of the things that are

And they want the strange and new

Is it good baby?

Is it good?