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I'm coming round the corner Like a bullet from a gun I'm telling you baby There ain't nothing can be done The thoughts and the words Running through my mind I can't push them aside 'm going into exile It's a case of homicide Like a Mancunian Psycho Delightful Either out for revenge Or just spiteful Coming round the corner With a raging attitude I'm warning you today Don't put him in a mood He'll stab you in the back When you least expect it Rob your new car And disrespect it Feed you both bleach And antiseptic Got the best pills Queer blue electric Letras de cancionesWhen you see him Just don't take the piss Because you know it's none of your Biz-ness Guaranteed he won't just use his fist Then he'll be gone like a thief into the mist I'm coming round the corner Like a bullet from a gun I'm telling you baby There ain't nothing can be done The thoughts and the words Running through my mind I can't push them aside I'm going into exile 's a case of homicide Like a Mancunian Psycho Delightful Either out for revenge Or just spiteful Coming round the corner With a raging attitude I'm warning you today Don't put him in a mood When you see him just don't look in his eyes Otherwise you'll get a nasty surprise Try not to tell no stupid lies Then you'll be gone in a case of homicide From Letras Mania