Tekst piosenki 'Murder' wykonawcy Bill Madden

Blowin` down the highway
In venture and thrill
The rush in his veins
Is the alcohol and pills
Carry on, your ill-fated ride
Hit and run homicide
Do you feel contrition
Or anger and denial
Are ya thinkin` of yourself
Or the child, ah yea
Murder, murder

Southeast in O.C.
Lopers cruise the streets
With tattoos of allegiance
Guns and rosaries
Carry on, vato chingon
Your time`s gonna come
In your random violence
Do you feel regret
Is nothing sacred
Or innocent, ah yea
Murder, murder�

Rage against the system
Of loop holes and leaks
Freedom is a privilege
Of power and celebrity
Carry on, counselor with your spin
Blow your idiot wind
Justice for everyone
Is a fallacy, a joke
Money acquits and the poor
Get the rope, ah yea
Murder, murder
Murder, murder, ah yea
Murder, murder