KILLING COMB by RASPUTINA The summer I Simmered simple in the sand So tongue-tied Mum and dumb The comb, it just Found itself in my hand I stood when I Should have run Conspiracy Those fellows and me The comb, the way it's going Hardly I Hardly I Hardly I even knew him Hardly I Hardly I Hardly I even knew him But he had to die To establish Whereabouts, wherefore? If guilty, flawed or more The world would find me Sprawled on the floor A vulgar foreigner Conspiracy Those fellows and me The comb, the way it's going Hardly I Hardly I Hardly I even knew him Hardly I Hardly I Hardly I even knew him But he had to die [ www.dailyrics.com ] KILLINGCOMB by RASPUTINA