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Murder Murder was released on April 1, 2011 by The Ayems as a part of the album The Life of Riley

Song Details

AlbumThe Life of Riley

Release DateApril 1, 2011

LabelThe Ayems

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM92

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Drapht

Lead Vocals

Paul Reid

Vocals

Matthew Cheetham

Matthew Cheetham

Other Instrument

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Paul Ridge

Composer

Daniel Rankine

Composer

Mathew Cheetham

Mathew Cheetham

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Drapht

Producer

trials

Producer

DJ Reflux

Mixing Engineer

Dave Parkin

Mixing Engineer

Tom Coyne

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Placing the blame, you lose the power to change

Let's arrange it to blame Howard again, ah, ah

How do they blame old, plain old Paul

All will fall together like they were sitting up on the payroll

Of Adolf Hitler, they hit the bottle

And talk more comical shit than Kenny could shovel

But I love you, knowing that I'm loving you

Hate fuels the flame for me to remain above of you

Should of knew you couldn't blame me

Your crew shot through 'cause you had aiming like Dick Cheney

Still claiming I owe you shit!

Don't owe you zip... don't owe you shit

'Less I shit in a bag and the flame is lit

And I place it on your porch and the door bell ring

A ring a rosey, now everybody knows me

Just more people that can blow me, oh, what a shame....

It's like

Murder, murder, murder, murder

Won't say a word to no one

And now it's over

'Cause it's like

Murder, murder, murder, murder

'Cause this is the end

And you could never see it

If it was up to him

I would be blaming my ma for my skin tone

Blame my dad for never ever being home

Blame the booze for making me lethal

And Yoko for breaking up The Beatles

And I could blame Hollywood for the world's mess

And life for giving me jealous girlfriends

Blame fate for the weight on my back

But when you point the finger, three point back

At you, and you, and you

Oh poor baby, you're blaming your parents

They're in the wrong 'cause their caring was so rare

And they never said that they loved you, so you kung-fu

Fighting the world, run through with a one, two

Can't undo a monsoon

You can't come to my party, acting like you were Arnie

One man army with a tsunami wrath

And starting with Drapht over punani, nah, nah, nah

Nah, man you're dreaming, you think our world

Gonna change when yah leaving us? You ain't Jesus, bruz

Just a little bit of Cletus, little bit of Beavis

Butthead, can't leave, you're stuck in the past...

You in the darkest affair

Where the dark blame the fair and the fair blame the dark

They say De-rapht forgot his roots

But I remember her, her, her, her and you!

It's like

Murder, murder, murder, murder

Won't say a word to no one

And now it's over

'Cause it's like

Murder, murder, murder, murder

'Cause this is the end

And you could never see it

Tomorrow will never end like this

You out of sight, out of mind

Never thought I had friends like this

Never will let them fool me twice

Sorry it had to like this

Sorry you ain't a friend of mine

Never again have friends like this

Ain't sorry that you were left behind

Because

I would be blaming ma for my skin tone

Blame my dad for never ever being home

Blame the booze for making me lethal

And Yoko for breaking up The Beatles

And I could blame Hollywood for the world's mess

And life for giving me jealous girlfriends

Blame fate for the weight on my back

But when you point the finger, three point back

At you

Written by: Daniel Rankine, Mathew Cheetham, Paul Ridge

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