Love Thy Neighbor

Ey ey ey ey
(lets go lets go lets go) x2
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Yo
Mr jones ran a local super market
A real average bloke that the locals knew as charmin
Ya see a man a l'closer didn't come over to alarm him
The only prominent feature was the odour in his arm pits
Ey
One day mona spoke unto him harshly
Said she had a motor it was old she couldn't start it
And mr jones told he was known to be a car wiz
And he could come over there's no motor he can't fix
True to his word he rode over at half six
With his tool box and his old clothes with the large rips
Mona opened the garage and showed him the parked whip
Mr jones made a start quick and i dont mean on car bits
Dragged mona into her home holdin her arm pits
And beat her with a hammer to the dome into sharp chips
Blood sprayin on the sofa and carpet
He left her dead body in a hole where her heart is

(chorus)
They say love thy neighbor
(sing)
But i can sense danger
That unfamiliar shout is just a shot unto a stranger
And its only gettin stranger
(somebody once told me) (v)
Cuz we dont see the picture
Its just some peoples nature
Watch the peeps ya keepin with ya
(just an everyday ordinary cold blooded killer
An every day ordinary cold blooded killer
Every everyday ordinary cold blooded killer
Just an everyday ordinary cold blooded killer, killer, killer) (v)

Mrs. rosey was only the local baker
She used to give us sandwiches wrapped in a roll of paper
We used to grip a snack and get back to the road and races
Quick as them crypt them fact the challenges back in them olden days
And mrs rosey was lonely she was known as the nosey neighbor
Pokin' her nose in the drapes in the hopes it would entertain her
One day it snowed and the road was coated in danger
She heard a knock on the door growin impatient
She answered exposin a frozen stranger
(hallo...)
He asked if he could use the phone as a favor
(could i use the phone)
If not he would use the phone and he'd pay her
She said "yes of course, the phone is over their" he
Went for the phone
She went for the pot
But she ain't makin drinks
Thats where the shot gun is
Walked up behind him
Put it to his spine and let go *gun shot noise*
And got back to the ironing

Yo
Quite a while later mrs jones has got the thirst in him
Sick of all the places he's been lurkin in
And it didn't quite work at Burger King when he was pervin it
The girl servin him
She was certainly alert to him
Like she had heard of murders occurring which made her nerves kick in
(fuck)
And he didn't want to make it worse so he deterred from it
Walkin out the place still thinking bout murdering
He heard a voice screamin out emergency is urgent n
Turns out it was lovely mrs. rosey her motor had only broken
So jonesey walks over there and told her he could tow it
Not knowing mrs. rosey was a murderer herself
She agreed cuz she was lookin out for murderin as well
Jonesey took her home and put the car in the back yard
"this only good for the scrap yard" he joked as she said
"come have a drink before you start with that clap car"
And mr jones agreed as they laughed hard
He walked in grinnin'
Thinkin' of a plan
She was talkin cryptic
Thinkin' of a plan
Ms rosey left the room and told jonesy to relax
Shes gonna make some tea and any moment she'll be back (okay)
Jonesy took the seat
She rode into the kitchen
She was lookin for some tea and some hypno she could slip in
An overdose is only gonna kill him
Theres gotta be a victim at the very same time jonesies trigger fingers itchin
So they talked
And finished off the drinks
Jonesy pulls a gun
And kills her in a blink
He tried to pick her up
But felt the room spin
He tried going for the door
But the sedatives too quick
Then he went to sleep
And never woke up
Two soul mates that never met so never broke up (broke up broke up)
I guess thats the story of mr jones and ms rosey
I dunno its just a story somebody once told me (told me told me told me told me)