Please Don't Talk About Murder While I'm Eating — Ben Harper

You're the first one to get there And always the last one to leave You're the first one to chuckle But the last one to grieve I know all too well the world takes a daily beating

Please don't talk about murder while i'm eating

You walk into the temple And call it a church I try to keep things simple But you always need the works Your life is marked by numbers and symbols Excessive drinking from out of golden thimbles Just a moment of silence i'm needing

So let's not talk about murder while i'm eating

You get all hot and bothered At the strangest times and places But don't notice the looks on all the other faces You're dressed for summer in the middle of december What you've all but forgotten I painfully remember I don't care in the least what you're reading

Please don't talk about murder while i'm eating