Babyshambles - Lost Art of Murder lyrics

Could roll a four, roll a nine
Find myself washed up in paradise
Like before you didn't mind
Someone else washed up in paradise, everyday

What a nice day for a murder
Call yourself a killer
Only thing you're killing is your time
There's nothing absurder
A bird is a burden to your heart, soul, body
Spirit and mind

Don't look at me like that
She won't take you back
You've said too much, been too unkind
Get off your back, stop smoking that
Change your life, just might change her mind
Her mind roll a four, roll a nine
Find yourself washed up in paradise
All the fours to all the nines
I lost my phone in paradise, pay as you go

What a nice day for a murder
Say you're a killer
Only thing you're killing is time
There's nothing absurder
Than a bird it's a burden
To your heart, soul, body, spirit and mind

Oh, don't look at me like that
She won't take you back
You've done too much, been too unkind
Get up off your back, stop smoking that
Change your life
Think it'll change their mind

Don't look at me like that
She won't take you back
Said too much, been too unkind
Get up off your back, stop smoking that
Change your life, just might change her mind