The Dames - The Death of Mr. Jones lyrics
[The Dames - The Death of Mr. Jones lyrics]
Cold night and the moon is hot
The wolves are out, can you hear 'em cry?
There's a woman on the run
Bloodstains on the lady's hands
Don't look bad unless he's a cheating man
He's gotta pay for what he's done
For what he's done
She was a small town teacher
At a high school dance
Saw Mr jones touch a young girl's hand
Underneath the red tail lights
He was just a little too close
To a pretty young thang
Won't come in clean, only half his age
There's something about it don't seem right
He disappeared that night
Ooh, the death of Mr jones
Another story left untold
Where'd it all go wrong?
Ooh, and now the only one who knows
Is on the run to Mexico
Wanted for the death of Mr jones
Twenty years in a happy home
White picket fence
And the kids are all grown
The so-called "American Dream"
But his late night calls on the telephone
Brand new smile and that cheap cologne
She knows just what that means
We know what it means
Ooh, the death of Mr jones
Another story left untold
Where'd it all go wrong?
Ooh, and now the only one who knows
Is on the run to Mexico
Wanted for the death of Mr jones aw right
Mrs jones drove a white sedan
Clear across a desert over frozen sand
Far from the police minds
She took a long look back
For the very last time
Pushed 95 to the borderline
Crossed under pale moonlight
She disappeared that night
Ooh, the death of Mr jones
Another story left untold
Where'd it all go wrong?
Ooh, and now the only one who knows
Is on the run to Mexico
Wanted for the death of Mr jones, yeah
The wolves are out, can you hear 'em cry?
There's a woman on the run
Bloodstains on the lady's hands
Don't look bad unless he's a cheating man
He's gotta pay for what he's done
For what he's done
She was a small town teacher
At a high school dance
Saw Mr jones touch a young girl's hand
Underneath the red tail lights
He was just a little too close
To a pretty young thang
Won't come in clean, only half his age
There's something about it don't seem right
He disappeared that night
Ooh, the death of Mr jones
Another story left untold
Where'd it all go wrong?
Ooh, and now the only one who knows
Is on the run to Mexico
Wanted for the death of Mr jones
Twenty years in a happy home
White picket fence
And the kids are all grown
The so-called "American Dream"
But his late night calls on the telephone
Brand new smile and that cheap cologne
She knows just what that means
We know what it means
Ooh, the death of Mr jones
Another story left untold
Where'd it all go wrong?
Ooh, and now the only one who knows
Is on the run to Mexico
Wanted for the death of Mr jones aw right
Mrs jones drove a white sedan
Clear across a desert over frozen sand
Far from the police minds
She took a long look back
For the very last time
Pushed 95 to the borderline
Crossed under pale moonlight
She disappeared that night
Ooh, the death of Mr jones
Another story left untold
Where'd it all go wrong?
Ooh, and now the only one who knows
Is on the run to Mexico
Wanted for the death of Mr jones, yeah