Creature Benny - Double-Edged Ed

You ever knew somebody
You'd rather not?
Needa be taken out back
And low key shot
Fill up the blood bucket
For the barnyard slop
Burn the chopped up body
Spread the ashes on the crops
Another missing American
They'll for sure stay lost
Yeah, he'll for sure stay lost
Yeah, he'll for sure stay lost

Sometimes I can't control my feelings
Oh no
And I get carried away, and maybe slip
A gentleman 'til I'm vexed
Then Trouble bubbles in my chest
Put a shovel through your head
They call me Double-Edged Ed
Yup

Though I may look peaceful
Looks can be deceitful
Might snap for no reason
And do something evil
Pray Jesus keep you

Sometimes I can't control my feelings
Oh no
And I get carried away, and maybe slip
A gentleman 'til I'm vexed
Then Trouble bubbles in my chest
Put a shovel through your head
They call me Double-Edged Ed
Yup

I'm only human just like anybody else
Overcome by a murderous rage
I leave a trail of bodies, can't even help myself
For those among the living
You don't got nothin', youn't got your health
But I been spilling; the blood and the guts of the well
So do with that what you Yuppies will

I'm forced to be somebody
I'm really not, no
I got redeeming qualities
Got a lot of heart, yeah
Just wanna love and be loved
Shouldn't be so hard
And you wouldn't think so
But don't ask the corpses in my yard
If I weren't a time bomb
I'd have friends near and far
I'd have friends near and far
Maybe we'd smoke a cigar

Sometimes I can't control my feelings
Oh no
And I get carried away, and maybe slip
A gentleman 'til I'm vexed
Then Trouble bubbles in my chest
Put a shovel through your head
They call me Double-Edged Ed
Yup

Though I may look peaceful
Looks can be deceitful
Might snap for no reason
And do something evil
Pray Jesus keep you

Sometimes I can't control my feelings
Oh no
And I get carried away, and maybe slip
A gentleman 'til I'm vexed
Then Trouble bubbles in my chest
Put a shovel through your head
They call me Double-Edged Ed
Yup

I'm only human just like anybody else
Overcome by a murderous rage
I leave a trail of bodies, can't even help myself
For those among the living
You don't got nothin', youn't got your health
But I been spilling; the blood and the guts of the well
So do with that what you Yuppies will

Written by:
W Oliver

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find