Rasputina - Killing Comb Lyrics
The Summer ISimmered simple in the sand,No tongue- tiedMum and dumb,The comb, it justFound itself in my handI stood when IShould I run.A conspiracyThose fellows and meAnd the comb, the way it's goingHardly IHardly IHardly I knew himBut he had to die.To establishWhereabouts, where for?If guilty, flawed or moreThe world would find meSprawled on the floorA vulgar foreignerA conspiracyThose fellows and meAnd the comb, the way it's goingHardly IHardly IHardly I knew himBut he had to die.