Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mike Trebilcock
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Andrew Trebilcock
Songwriter
Testi
What's in the Bag?
Stuck halfway up, and halfway down
Those pumps weren't meant for murder
A moment of panic belies your state of mind
Head and limbs gone dancing in fire.
Nobody coming to your aid
Nobody coming to your aid
What's in the bag, what's in the bag?
What's in the bag, what's in the bag?
Nobody coming to your aid
Nobody coming to your aid
What's in the bag, what's in the bag?
What's in the bag, what's in the bag?
A little time lets you consider the trial
And wonder if the baby is hungry
Tucked in cement
Warm and cozy
Better shake loose before you go crazy.
Nobody coming to your aid
Nobody coming to your aid
What's in the bag, what's in the bag?
What's in the bag, what's in the bag?
What's in the bag, what's in the bag?
What's in the bag, what's in the bag?
Nobody coming to your aid
Nobody coming to your aid
What's in the bag, what's in the bag?
What's in the bag, what's in the bag?
Nobody coming to your aid
Nobody coming to your aid
What's in the bag, what's in the bag?
What's in the bag, what's in the bag?
What's in the bag, what's in the bag?
What's in the bag, what's in the bag?
What's in the bag, what's in the bag?
What's in the bag, what's in the bag?
Written by: Michael Andrew Trebilcock