Private Eye – Bad Smile – letras

Dragged this lake looking for corpsesDusted for prints, pried up the floorboardsPieces of planes and black box recordersDon’t lieAnd I’ve been preoccupied with these sick, sick sensesThat sense DNA on barbed wire fencesMaybe someday I’ll find me a suspectThat has no alibiNew Year’s Eve was as boring as heavenI watched flies fuck on channel 11There was no one to kiss, there was nothing to drinkExcept some old rotten milk someone left in the sinkAnd there’s no ring on the phone