Christine Chanel - True Crimes

A mother's son is dead
A father has lost his best friend
A brother's in debt now for life till his end
For a crime that he did not commit
And daughters are taught to be wives
And when sons all grow up they'll provide
And she'll bite her tongue
Blow by blow, run girl run
But she lays next to him once he's done
It's a true crime
That you really believe your own lies
It's a true crime and Lord knows ain't right
That I'm doing the time
Ahhhh
Ahhhh
Ahhhh
And it's a true crime
How everyone's cheating
It's true crime
How they steal what is free
In the end they all lie
With excuses for crimes they commit
Out of anger and greed
And it's a true crime
How everyone's fighting
For money, for power, for more
It's a fact of the times
Better run for your life
'Fore they grab you up and
Make you go numb
It's a true crime
That you really believe your own lies
It's a true crime and Lord knows ain't right
That I'm doing the time
Dressed in scarlet
Her grace is high-ranking
Draped in crimson
It's an opera she'll sing
Dark red wine stains the tiles
As sleep falls on wide eyes
Cast with moon beaming pools
That time fades
It's a true crime
That you really believe your own lies
It's a true crime and Lord knows ain't right
That I'm doing the time
It's a true crime
That you really believe your own lies
It's a true crime and Lord knows ain't right
That I'm doing the time
Ahhhh
Ahhhh

Written by:
Christine Locke

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find