Tricked Into Death - the.BANDIT

[Ciel Jean Donatien]

<sup>A problem’s not a problem
So as long as you’re still breathing
The blood’s on the floor and your poor wife is weeping
Making the bed never was a big deal
Or cooking or cleaning or watching the kids
But you’ve left that young lady all on her own
Pregnant with your daughter and at home with your son
Don’t you know a bottle of poison when you see one?

Just look at all these cans of paint
Diverse as the people on the face of the Earth
Signing your death certificate on a Friday
Worth fifty cents and a ride back home
To Heaven or Hell? Only God really knows

Take a peek at the old teddy bear
That made your child so happy
But now that you’re gone and away from the world
All he needs right now is his daddy
And his mother is so very tired
From working day and night
Why did you have to be so stupid?
It’s your mistakes that change these lives around you

Just look at all these cans of paint
Diverse as the people on the face of the Earth
Signing your death certificate on a Friday
Worth fifty cents and a ride back home
To Heaven or Hell? Only God really knows

She spends all her days eating ice cream with a fork
Your soon to be born daughter is sick
Your son is a pile of bones in the bathroom
And the dog is crawling with fleas and ticks
What a wonderful way to be remembered
As the man who let his own family down
Watch what you eat, and watch what you say
Because once you make a wish
They’ll come true someday

ooc; I dunno what it's supposed to be. But I wrote it...</sup>

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bandit said:

^{A problem’s not a problem
So as long as you’re still breathing}

I'm quite fond of the above part, and actually the whole thing in general. You'rea wonderful artist, Bandito.

I'm going to take a random crack at this, and say that you were writing a song, because of the repeating segment, which could pose as a chorus.

[Ciel Jean Donatien]

<sup>Thanks, Tera. My grandmother said that once, and I got the whole paint thing because she and my mother were getting rid of old, destroyed cans of the stuff.

And it's supposed to be some song/poem. It could pose as a song, but was originally intended as a poem. The first line of it and the first line in "chorus" were the two things I stared out with. =)

Heh, I have a few other things I should put up...mebeh or mebeh not.</sup>

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