What Kind of Crazy? Lyrics – Seahorse Trash

What Kind of Crazy? Lyrics by Seahorse Trash

Look, we have a better chance of catching this guy if you’re in the saddle
I’m in the saddle. Just confused which direction I’m pointing
I don’t know this kind of psychopath- never read about him
I don’t even know if he’s a psychopath!

He’s not insensitive, he’s not shallow-
You could tell something about him or you wouldn’t have said this was an apology
What’s he apologizing for?
Couldn’t honor her

He feels bad
Feeling bad defeats the purpose of being a psychopath, doesn’t it?
Yes, it does
Then what kind of crazy is he?

He felt bad because he did it
Put the corpse back where he killed it
Whatever kind of crazy that is!
You think he loves these girls?

No, he loves one of them
The others simply by association
So what you’re saying is
This man is sensitive

He’s got no time to lose
He’s going to kill again
But he’s going to get caught
One way or another

We need just one more clue
There’s more secrets to uncover
He’s covering his tracks
But it takes two days to do it

Not long ‘til next attack
I swear to God we’ll find him
But I don’t know what’s wrong with this guy’s head!
These girls are candy bars

And he is Willy Wonka
Then, surely, one of them’s the golden ticket
She wouldn’t be the first
But she wouldn’t be the last

He’s trying to hide just how special she is
You make jumps you can’t explain
The evidence explains it
Well, here’s an idea

Why don’t you help me find some of it?!
You’ve got Heimlich and Bloom
But they don’t think like you
Will Graham, goddammit

Won’t you please just see this through?
Fine! I’ll go
But then you leave me alone!
Looks like the other girls

She fits the profile
Oh, please just tell me that our darling is alive!
Shh! You think he took her here?
Yes, I am certain of it

Show us your daughter’s room
You can hold the cat if it’s easier
We’ve been in and out all day
The police were here this morning

I don’t know what to say except
She’s in here decomposing
Alright, everybody leave the room
We’re gonna let Will do his thing

That means you too, Beverly!
I put my knee on her chest
And I strangle her neck
Tries to scream, but she can’t

This is my design!
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Seahorse Trash Lyrics – What Kind of Crazy?

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What Kind of Crazy?