True Crime Songtext

I have a taste for true crime,
Faces of Death and all the rest,
I confess I like true crime.
From Don Juans in bloody sheets
to the hollow cheeks of dredged-up cheats,
I have to say I feel complete
when I see true crime.

Don't give me all your shit:
life is good and death is bad.
I can think of many lives
that are not worth living:

A quiet man who lives alone
tries to bury all the thoughts
that are not permissible.
He hopes there's a line that divides
thought and action.

I have a taste for true crime, slashed nipples and all the rest,
I confess I like true crime.
From Don Juans in bloody sheets
to the hollow cheeks of dredged-up cheats,
I have to say I feel complete
when I see true crime.

Don't give me all your shit:
life is good and death is bad.
I can think of many deaths
that are worth giving.