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Coming home late at nightI grab my guitar and I play a few chordsBut suddenly I hear a noise from behindand I turn around and I look at a manwith a knife in his hand and a grin on his faceand he tells me that he'll kill mein the time it takes to drink a glass of milkI scream and screamI scream for helpBut the neighbourhood is still fast asleepRunning 'round the tables and chairsI try to catch his eyes to ask him why he's doing thisI talk of agreeable things to make him cool downI talk of cigarettes and drinks and a trip to the southI talk of Kennedy and King and Trotski and girlsBut I don't seem to find the words to make him drop the knifeI scream and screamI scream for helpBut the neighbourhood is still fast asleepI've had enough, I'm about to give inhe raises the knife and suddenly he slipsand bangs his head against the floorLetras de cancionesThere's a pool of blood, I assume that he's deadI get him into my car and off we goto the nearest park and minutes laterHe's six foot downHe is six foot downHe is six foot downI said six foot downHe is six foot down From Letras Mania