Well he knows too much
I think we'll have to k** him
Well, he knows too much
I think he's gotta die
What the hell was I thinking?
Telling him that I love him?
I'm watching every one of you
And I will know the reason why
Well, he knows
(he knows)
Too much
(too much)
I think we'll have to k** him
(We'll have to k** him now”
Well, he knows
(he knows)
Too much
(too much)
I think he's gotta die
(You know the reasons why)
What will he tell the papers?
What will he tell my mother?
He won't be very talkative
From fourteen feet below the ground
Well, he knows…
(Don't you think this whole thing's been going on too long?)
Why did you change the station?
To save your reputation?
You should have tried to change your mind
Before I realized I'm blind
Well you know
(he knows)
Too much
(too much)
I think it's gonna k** me
(It's going to k** me now)
Well he knows
(he knows)
Too much
(too much)
I think I'm gonna die
(You'll know the reasons why)
Why did I say I love him?
Probably ‘cause I meant it
A momentary fugue-like trance
Where I did not shut up and dance
Well you know…
[Fadeout]
Okay—legal disclaimer time—Miss Brennan isn't planning on murdering any of you at all! She loves you. Some of you, she loves quite a great deal. Maybe a little more—a little more than she should. And yet she's here, risking it all—laying her heart out in the open, for you and only you. (and also you!) So give the girl a break, and treat her with some respect, or she just might lose her sh**…