Murder in the City
If I get murdered in the city
Don't go revenging in my name
One person dead from such is plenty
No need to go get locked away
When I leave your arms
The things I think of
No need to get over alarmed
I'm coming home
I wonder which brother is better
Which one our parents loved the most
I sure did get in lots of trouble
They seemed to let the other go
A tear fell from my father's eye
I wondered what my dad would say
He said, "I love you and I'm proud of you both,
In so many different ways"
If I get murdered in the city
Go read the letter in my desk
Don't bother with all my belongings, No
Pay attention to the list
Make sure my sister knows I love her
Make sure her mother knows the same
Always remember there was nothing worth sharing
Always remember there was nothing worth sharing