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  1. 03- 3 Left Dead

From the album Murder Murder Murder

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Lyrics

In my truck and headed home
Little bit drunk and a little bit stoned
I heard them talking on the radio
‘Bout three left dead on the men's room floor

Highway 11 never seemed so dark to me
To the truck stop I went for some much needed sleep
My head in a spin, from a mess of forty creek
I must have said something i didn't mean

All I wanted was a pack of smokes
Should have never gone to Etobicoke
On the run, feeling low
Now there's three left dead on the men's room floor

Three inbred cousins with hair full of grease
Drooled at their chins as they looked at me
As I passed them by, they got to their feet.
Followed my steps with eyes full of need

Figured I knew what they had in store,
Must have thought that I wasn't sure
Up until I locked the door,
Now there's three left dead on the men's room floor

Killed them all and away I go,
They should have just left me alone.
Those foolish men they moved so slow
Now there's three left dead on the men's room floor