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Wanted For Murder
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Paul Heaton
Paul Heaton
Vocals
Jacqui Abbott
Jacqui Abbott
Vocals
Pete Marshall
Pete Marshall
Drums
Chris Wise
Chris Wise
Bass Guitar
Jonny Lexus
Jonny Lexus
Guitar
Stephen Large
Stephen Large
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Paul Heaton
Paul Heaton
Composer
Pete Marshall
Pete Marshall
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Williams
John Williams
Producer
Tim Thomas
Tim Thomas
Mixing Engineer
Gaz Hadfield
Gaz Hadfield
Engineer
Tim Debney
Tim Debney
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

You've probably heard about my sword On evening news report They found another body on the porch And the clippings that were kept Under bedstead where I slept Had just been brought to light under copper's torch They know that he's a loner They know that from the crime They're not looking for Mr Popular Just someone to do the time And there's a body that's gone missing And a helicopter high They've combed half the land and half the sky When they're looking for who to blame They usually like to take good aim At the nearest lonely person passing by There's been a body found in lake That for all the family's sake The general public's hoping will be mine Now they're holding midnight mass With all the dignity and class Generally reserved for truffles and wine When they're looking for a killer His profile always fits The man whose only crime was to love His mum to bits And there's a body that's gone missing And a helicopter high They've combed half the land and half the sky When they're looking for who to blame They usually like to take good aim At the nearest lonely person passing by And they're scouring all the scrubland Praying to heaven above The buzzard, hawk, and eagle To my peaceful as a dove And there's a headline with my name on it With the parents asking, "Why?" And they wanna be at the party When I die And there's a body that's gone missing And a helicopter high They've combed half the land and half the sky When they're looking for who to blame They usually like to take good aim At the nearest lonely person passing by And they're scouring all the scrubland Praying to heaven above The buzzard, hawk, and eagle To my peaceful as a dove And there's a headline with my name on it With the parents asking, "Why?" And they wanna be at the party When I die
Writer(s): Paul David Heaton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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