Murder At The End Of The Day

Give me all of your money and I won’t kill you
Sound like a straight-up, fair enough deal to me
I want your cash card, watch, your wallet and car keys
My trigger’s getting itchy — gotta empty my magazine
You’ve got a way… a way with words
You’ve got a way with ladies, baby
You’ve got a way… to get rich quick
But you’ll never get away with murder —
And it’s murder at the end of the day
And you’ll never get away with it
Give me all of your money — maybe I won’t kill you
But you’d better not hold anything back from me
I want your wallet and I won’t take no for an answer
My trigger’s getting itchy just to empty my magazine
You’ve got a way… a way with words
You’ve got a way with ladies, baby
You’ve got a way… to get rich quick
But you’ll never get away with murder —
And it’s murder at the end of the day
And you’ll never get away with it
All at sea… all at sea
Out at sea, Steve and me
In the wreckage of a lifeboat
Wreckage of a burnt-out lifeboat…
We were washed ashore in the dawn of a Monday morning
Got back to the flat, it was shattered
And black with the roof stowed in
Look out, Lusaka and London
There’s a hurricane blowing tonight
Highball and firewater rising
Gonna see this beauty
Shoot