It was February 7th in '68
I was leaving from the party and feeling great
Then I saw a guy he was walking alone
Yeah I saw him at the party his name unknown
He was mad at the party tried starting fights
It was out of control he tried to grab a knife
Then they kicked him out and I was feeling mad
It's just the start of my spree my crime of being bad
I followed him a bit to see where he went
Don't be worried I could never have no bad intent
But I saw him walk into his door
And I happened to notice that he lives on the fourth floor
So I walked upstairs and I knew what to do
You know a lot of times i don't really think things through
The thought of crime is just appealing
This was the start of the life I'm concealing
My first time was a little bit frightening
But I learned it was very enlightening
Who know if I'm telling you a real story
I'm not legally allowed to say if it's historic
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It's the start of my career you see
(My first time)
The murder in the first degree
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