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Babyshambles
Babyshambles


Background information
Origin London, England
Genre(s) Indie Rock
Post-punk Revival
Years active 2003—present
Label(s) EMI Group
Parlophone Records
Rough Trade Records
Associated acts The Libertines
Adam Ficek
Website Website
Members
Pete Doherty
Mick Whitnall
Drew McConnell
Former members
Danny Goffey
Scarborough Steve
Jamie Perrett
Peter Perrett Jr.
Seb Rochford
Gemma Clarke
Patrick Walden
Adam Ficek



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Babyshambles Lyrics

"The Lost Art Of Murder" lyrics


Could roll a four
Could roll a nine
Find yourself washed up in paradise

Just like before
She never used to mind
I lost my phone in paradise

And what a nice day for a murder
You call yourself a killer but the only thing that you're killing is your time
There's nothing absurder
A bird is just a burden
To your heart your soul your body spirit and mind

Oh don't look at me like that
She won't take you back
You said too much, you been too unkind
Get up off your back
Stop smoking that
You could change your life
Do you think you'll change their mind

No light before
No light behind
Someone else washed up in paradise

Could roll a four
Could roll a nine
Find yourself washed up in paradise

Just like before
She never used to mind
I lost my phone in paradise

And what a nice day for a murder
You call yourself a killer but the only thing that you're killing is your time
There's nothing absurder
A bird is just a burden
To your heart your soul your body spirit and mind

Oh don't look at me like that
She won't take you back
You said too much, you been too unkind
Get up off your back
Stop smoking that
You could change your life
Do you think you'll change their mind

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