It's a Job - Major Parkinson

But hey what could I do

I was eating more than I could chew

Now those cavities are swelling

They’re bursting in a bubble of champagne

But I’ve painted the house

I have organized the furnitures

In alphabetic orders

And my carpet’s made of cashmere

It’s so clear

But hey what can I say

I just hate those BBQs in May

'Cause when the summer dress is waiting/waving

It makes me all remember who I am

So my porch is symmetrical

My teeth are white, the lawn is green

My kids believe in God

And my pool is full of chlorine

Clean

BOOM!

Out of the blue

Oh but the past comes sneaking out on you

I’m lurking near the alley

'Cause someone caught you digging in the dirt

And you can’t figure out

Where to get some cleaning polish

For this job

It’s a job

But there’ll always be a last stain of blood

In a rush you’re burning down your house

You change your name a thousand times

But they would recognize your face, and appearance

And appearance that will give you to the cops!

Yeah, no one says it’s murder

But it’s easy

It’s a murder

It’s a job, it’s a job!

But there’ll always be a last stain of blood

So tell me, tell me now

Tell me, tell me, tell me

What will you do

When the murder gets to you?

Tell me now

Tell me, tell me, tell me

What will you do

When the murder gets the truth?

Put him in the trunk of the Chevy

If he’s heavy to carry

You’ve got the equipment in the bag

Yes as a matter of fact

I’ve brought everything you need

For a cripple chopping, body-wrapping

Ankle-strapping, body cracking, (my best guess?)

Higher learning, oil-burning

Close suspicion inquisition, (my best guess?)

Body heat acceleration

Heart attack simulation / assimilation (?)

Papers for the preparation

Daddy’s got a plan!

[[Yes, no-one says a murder

Is easy!

But a murder, it’s a job, it’s a job

It’s a fucked up situation … ]]

Dig a little deeper

Dig a little deeper

Dig a little deeper

Deeper, deeper, deeper

Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!

So tell me, tell me now

Tell me, tell me, tell me

What will you do

When the murder gets to you?

Tell me now

Tell me, tell me, tell me

What will you do

When the murder seeks the truth?

I have the right to be able / I feel abused and disabled

To be working to be stable / and my mind is not as stable

Do the twist do the tango shoot the Lincoln do the strangle / Do the twist do

the tango on the TV play Fandango

Do a job for the mob or acquire for a quest / And the words that I chose (??

) to acquire for a quest

Be a man, make the money, get the girl and all the rest / A man’s taking money

he’s better than the rest

I’m a whore I’m a whore

And it’s what I do best

I’m a two-headed hammer

On a dead man’s chest

It’s kind of experience that will interest everyone

If you’re not in it then you’re out

Then you’ll have to pay the price!

So tell me, tell me now

Tell me, tell me, tell me

What will you do

When the murder gets to you?

Tell me now

Tell me, tell me, tell me

What will you do

When the murder gets the truth?

So tell me, tell me now

Tell me, tell me, tell me

What will you do

When the murder gets to you?

Tell me now

Tell me, tell me, tell me

What will you do

When the murder gets the truth?