M A R L O Y A R L O

Her eyes were once so full of dreams.
Her young heart filled with lover schemes.
Now every second she must borrow.
They take her life tomorrow.

Is she guilty? She says no.
The girl on death row.

Now someone holds her trembling hand.
Another says please understand.
Why can’t they see it in her face?
Another should be in her place.

Is she guilty? She says no.
The girl on death row.

Her young dreams never will come true.
Her innocence they never knew.
Until they’ve found the guilty one.
They’re sorry now for what they’ve done.
But it’s late, too late now.
For the girl on death row.

― Duane Eddy & the Rebels
@dudek

I should be locked up I’ve got nothing to say
I’ve got nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing to say
I’ve got a sewn up gob and I lost my teeth
What I’ve got is somebody else’s grief
Well my smile looks all forlorn
But I’ve been fucking your daughters and pissing on your lawn

I’ve been up your road and been in your house
I’ve been through your draws and helping myself
I’ve read your porn and slept in your bed
Your lonely wife’s been giving me head
Well my smile looks all forlorn
But I’ve been fucking your daughters and pissing on your lawn

I sat into your car and pretended to drive
While laying your butt and pretending to be alive
I’ve been wearing your shirt and smoking your pipe
I’ve been screaming your name in the middle of the night
Well my smile looks all forlorn
But I’ve been fucking your daughters and pissing on your lawn

― Thee Headcoats