My Job Is Mayhem

The only things I have left are a bit of trouble and a little theft

What's a little slip down the stairs if no one's more the wise

Selling cheap second hand medical supplies

What's the sense in splitting hairs

if no one knows or no one cares

Walking under a winter moon with murder on my mind

Just a quick way to let my soul unwind

 

Oh...holy mother

I have tried to gather all my minds on one platter

But I cannot seem to say amen

My job is mayhem

 

There’s always more than meets the eye

Even transformers aside

When you’re not looking I could put a small surprise in your drink

Or maybe tell you that just to make you think

They say I don’t mean any harm

As long as I’m completely disarmed

But they don’t know anything about this knife up my sleeve

If I give it to you will you leave?

 

Oh...holy mother

I have tried to gather all my minds on one platter

But I cannot seem to say amen

My job is mayhem

©2016 Paul-John Moeller