FlorentsDesperado

For every Caesar there’s a Brutus Every Jesus there’s a Judas Oh, there’s always someone out there Who would really like to shoot us But you never quiet expect it From a friend or a brother Not from aunts, uncles, parents Or your docile Grandmother But statistically it’s true That if someone murders you The perpetrator will most likely be someone you knew… Tonight when you’re at the dinner table Look around at the people sitting near ya Momma’s sweet tea might be fulla cyanide And your girlfriend’s pretty smile might be masking homicide So keep a watchful eye on Granny with her Needle The quilt that she’s been making might be meant for evil Though she’s innocent and sweet and her bones are weak and feeble You really never know She could secretly be lethal Tonight when you’re at the dinner table Look around at the people sitting near ya Papa’s steak knife might end up in your chest And Grampy’s wooden cane couldbe crucial evidence Now, if you’re struggling and wondering What this song means And your heart feels torn apart Or bitterly displeased Allow me, for a moment, to articulate my aim For I do not wish to cause anybody pain: The world is full of Abel’s and the world is full of Cain’s Some will blow your mind Some will blow your brains So be careful who you love, who you trust and keep close And be sure you really know the ones you think you know most Tonight when you’re at the dinner table Look around at the people sitting near you Oh, You know the rest….

The Cats a Cradle