My Home Sweet Homicide — Wednesday 13

I've got nothing to lose that's why I'm with you My X-Ray glasses don't lie And the best thing about our future Is knowing that I'm gonna die

It's a simple mistake that anyone could make And I guess I won the grand prize A lifetime supply of misery My home sweet homicide

And I'm so love sick, sick of you I guess I'll see you in hell But I'm sure you'd ruin that too

You'll be the death of me Baby you're my home sweet homicide

You're the reason why I never tried You're the biggest star in your own mind No anti-dote, it's a fucking joke And I'll never get out alive

Now on the count of three Won't you bury me Close the casket and say goodbye And its ashes to ashes, dust to dust My home sweet homicide

And I'm so love sick, sick of you I guess I'll see you in hell But I'm sure you'd ruin that too

You'll be the death of me Baby you're my home sweet homicide

And I'm so love sick, sick of you I guess I'll see you in hell But I'm sure you'd ruin that too

You'll be the death of me Baby you're my home sweet homicide