Poison Pen
Posted: 16 Dec 2016, 14:56
Poison Pen - Casimir Greenfield
I’ve got something you just don’t understand
I hold your fate in the palm of my hand
Little women, little men
I can change your lives with one stroke of my pen
I can make you live, I can let you die
I can make you laugh, I can make you cry
I can take your pain turn it into joy
I can take a girl and change her into a boy
Slow Poison dripping from my pen
Turning the screw ‘oh… you tell me when'
Cold blooded murder, little ticking bombs
There’s no way out, but you and me are gonna get along just fine…
Slow Poison, tainted blood
Something in the DNA and the chemical scrub
Slow Poison, Quicksilver thumbs
The last thing you’ll see is that setting sun…
I’ve got something you just don’t understand
I hold your fate in the palm of my hand
With my poison pen
I’ve got something you just don’t understand
I hold your fate in the palm of my hand
Little women, little men
I can change your lives with one stroke of my pen
I’m always making notes
nailing down the facts
was it a Diamond tip or woodman’s axe?
Don’t turn the page if you can’t stand the fun
Remington ribbons, little Mac bytes
Nail-biting days insomniac nights
Hand-crafted vellum, Park Drive Lights
Overheard confessions in the dead of night
I’ve got something you just don’t understand
I hold your fate in the palm of my hand
Little women, little men
I can change your lives with one stroke of my pen
I can make you live, I can let you die
I can make you laugh, I can make you cry
I can take your pain turn it into joy
I can take a girl and change her into a boy
Slow Poison dripping from my pen
Turning the screw ‘oh… you tell me when'
Cold blooded murder, little ticking bombs
There’s no way out, but you and me are gonna get along just fine…
Slow Poison, tainted blood
Something in the DNA and the chemical scrub
Slow Poison, Quicksilver thumbs
The last thing you’ll see is that setting sun…
I’ve got something you just don’t understand
I hold your fate in the palm of my hand
With my poison pen
I’ve got something you just don’t understand
I hold your fate in the palm of my hand
Little women, little men
I can change your lives with one stroke of my pen
I’m always making notes
nailing down the facts
was it a Diamond tip or woodman’s axe?
Don’t turn the page if you can’t stand the fun
Remington ribbons, little Mac bytes
Nail-biting days insomniac nights
Hand-crafted vellum, Park Drive Lights
Overheard confessions in the dead of night