Love Thy Neighbor

Ey ey ey ey (lets go lets go lets go) x2 Look Yo Mr jones ran a local super market A real average bloke that the locals knew as charmin Ya see a man a l'closer didn't come over to alarm him The only prominent feature was the odour in his arm pits Ey One day mona spoke unto him harshly Said she had a motor it was old she couldn't start it And mr jones told he was known to be a car wiz And he could come over there's no motor he can't fix True to his word he rode over at half six With his tool box and his old clothes with the large rips Mona opened the garage and showed him the parked whip Mr jones made a start quick and i dont mean on car bits Dragged mona into her home holdin her arm pits And beat her with a hammer to the dome into sharp chips Blood sprayin on the sofa and carpet He left her dead body in a hole where her heart is (chorus) They say love thy neighbor (sing) But i can sense danger That unfamiliar shout is just a shot unto a stranger And its only gettin stranger (somebody once told me) (v) Cuz we dont see the picture Its just some peoples nature Watch the peeps ya keepin with ya (just an everyday ordinary cold blooded killer An every day ordinary cold blooded killer Every everyday ordinary cold blooded killer Just an everyday ordinary cold blooded killer, killer, killer) (v) Mrs. rosey was only the local baker She used to give us sandwiches wrapped in a roll of paper We used to grip a snack and get back to the road and races Quick as them crypt them fact the challenges back in them olden days And mrs rosey was lonely she was known as the nosey neighbor Pokin' her nose in the drapes in the hopes it would entertain her One day it snowed and the road was coated in danger She heard a knock on the door growin impatient She answered exposin a frozen stranger (hallo...) He asked if he could use the phone as a favor (could i use the phone) If not he would use the phone and he'd pay her She said "yes of course, the phone is over their" he Went for the phone She went for the pot But she ain't makin drinks Thats where the shot gun is Walked up behind him Put it to his spine and let go *gun shot noise* And got back to the ironing Yo Quite a while later mrs jones has got the thirst in him Sick of all the places he's been lurkin in And it didn't quite work at Burger King when he was pervin it The girl servin him She was certainly alert to him Like she had heard of murders occurring which made her nerves kick in (fuck) And he didn't want to make it worse so he deterred from it Walkin out the place still thinking bout murdering He heard a voice screamin out emergency is urgent n Turns out it was lovely mrs. rosey her motor had only broken So jonesey walks over there and told her he could tow it Not knowing mrs. rosey was a murderer herself She agreed cuz she was lookin out for murderin as well Jonesey took her home and put the car in the back yard "this only good for the scrap yard" he joked as she said "come have a drink before you start with that clap car" And mr jones agreed as they laughed hard He walked in grinnin' Thinkin' of a plan She was talkin cryptic Thinkin' of a plan Ms rosey left the room and told jonesy to relax Shes gonna make some tea and any moment she'll be back (okay) Jonesy took the seat She rode into the kitchen She was lookin for some tea and some hypno she could slip in An overdose is only gonna kill him Theres gotta be a victim at the very same time jonesies trigger fingers itchin So they talked And finished off the drinks Jonesy pulls a gun And kills her in a blink He tried to pick her up But felt the room spin He tried going for the door But the sedatives too quick Then he went to sleep And never woke up Two soul mates that never met so never broke up (broke up broke up) I guess thats the story of mr jones and ms rosey I dunno its just a story somebody once told me (told me told me told me told me)