Maybe it should be me
That could come behind you while you were speaking
Wrap a cord around your neck
To try to stop your breathing
But little while's
I could not give in to strangle anymore
With tangled phone cords
Thanks to cordless phones
Sister, dear
Your twenty years
Behind from technology
You must be feeling sore
And so
Old fashioned
I know you do
All the things running through your head
While it is turning you
All over again
Sister, has been again
All over again
My sister has been again
We killed him
Her and I
We sliced his throat open
left him to die
I must protect her
For the sake of her daughter
If he ever did kill her
I'd have to adopt her
But I have plans
Great and small
None of which
Are adopting her child
So I must protect her
For the sake of her daughter
If he ever did kill her
I'd have to adopt her
Did you think her heart
Had fallen asleep?
Was he trying to shake it up
To get it beating?
Well
If so
That's difference
The means are not quite the same
We all have mad fits
We are allowed to explain
All over again
My sister lays beaten again
All over again
My sister lays beaten again
We killed him
Her and I
We sliced his throat open
And left him to die
I must protect her
For the sake of her daughter
If he ever did kill her
I'd have to adopt her
I have plans great and small
None of which involve
Adopting her daughter
So I must protect her
For the sake of her daughter
If he ever did kill her
I'd have to adopt her
Little white heart
Knocking
And strangled in this room
With tangled call cords
Thanks for cordless phones
No little whites
Knocking and
Strangled in this room
With tangled phone cords
Except for my sister