The Bed Bugs - Subpoena Lyrics

I tucked in my shirt
Gave my comb-over a swing
And let my stopwatch dangle out my pocket
This stopwatch doubles as a golden, gilded locket

Funky times and crooked measures are all I know how to find
Walk in line all up those marbled steps, each foot goin' in time

I opened the locket slow
Took a gander at my lovely home
This town all around me
Family floatin' like angels all above me

Got shoved on through the door
Into the ivory court
Seats just a little too tight for sittin' in
Camera bulbs burstin'
Lookin' round at a room full of critics

Bayin' bony fingers and poorly painted fingernails
Scrapin' at my walls
Murder or mistrial, disruption raised about
Manic hollers through the halls
Yes I killed them, murdered and ate them
Judge lookin' through his book of laws
Ya know where they stuck, ya know where they want me
Thrown swiftly behind bars