Murder Song

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 could be 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….