Lyrics

SCENE OF A CRIME
(Claire Ulanoff, Will Hopkins, Ellen Britton)


There's a trail of blood on the kitchen floor, a busted front porch light
Wish I could piece together what happened here last night?
He always told me if I tried to leave, it'd be the end of me
But here it is the morning after and I got a floor to clean

I don't know where he is, I don't know what I done
But there's a bullet missing from the drawer, and I can't find my gun
Everybody's got a breaking point maybe I reached mine
I don't know if I killed him, but this sure looks like the scene of a crime

He called me from the bar last night, talking trash and making threats
Said, "When I'm through with you, you're gonna wish that you was dead"
Next thing you know he stormed in and saw my bags were packed
I felt his fist against my face and then it all went black

I don't know where he is, I don't know what I done
But there's a bullet missing from the drawer, and I can't find my gun
Everybody's got a breaking point maybe I reached mine
I don't know if I killed him, but this sure looks like the scene of a crime

Father, forgive me for my sins
But if it's murder I committed, I'd do it all again

I came to, all black and blue, feeling like I been through hell
But that blood on the floor ain't mine, best as I can tell
If any man deserved to die, God knows it was him
But what if the bastard's still alive, coming back for me again

I don't know where he is, I don't know what I done
But there's a bullet missing from the drawer, and he might have my gun
Everybody's got a breaking point maybe I reached mine
I don't know if I killed him, but this sure looks like the scene of a crime
Yeah, it looks like the scene of a crime...


Copyright © Ulanoff, Hopkins, Britton