Paroles: Imani Coppola. Ill Tempered Lover.

Time keeps ticking away
It won't be long until they find me out
"Good evening, officer, what seems to be the problem?"
"What's all the fuss about?"

I give up, I give in
Let me explain before you begin
This time I committed no crime
I'm not in control, so please let me go

Last night I woke up in a cold sweat
Tears were rolling out my eyes
First I laughed, then I cried, dream
Dream I was dreaming in my living room
Playing with a shotgun
Loaded it up with a lime-green bullet
Aimed it at your head
Bang, bang, I shot my lover last night
I shot my lover dead

They read me my rights in a monotone voice
But then they brought me down to the station
For some questioning
Allowed me one call, so I dialled the number of my lawyer
And got his answering machine

"Please, man, you gotta help me,
I'm in prison and I gotta break free,
I've been arrested for a crime I committed,
I did it, I did it, you get it, hit it!"

Last night I woke up in a cold sweat
Tears were rolling out my eyes
First I laughed, then I cried, dream
Dream I was dreaming in my living room
Playing with a shotgun
Loaded it up with a lime-green bullet
Aimed it at your head
Bang, bang, I shot my lover last night
I shot my lover dead

I give up, I give in
Let me explain before you begin
This time I committed no crime
I'm not in control, so please let me go