Lotta True Crime

So this girl's out back behind the bar

She's a good girl, she called a car

You got three motherfuckers in a big white van

Two dumb friends and one mean man

Well, she'll fucking kill you

She wins every fight

She's gonna rock your shit by the end of the night

And the only advantage that a killer has

Is they think they have the right

I listen to a lotta true crime

I listen to it at night

I like the girl talk

It makes me feel alright

I like scary stories in the morning

And I like them at night

I like the girl talk vibes

They make me feel just fine

I listen to a lotta true crime

You know Dennis Rayder and David Parker Ray actually sit together in hell

Shaking, quaking, terrified

That one day, somehow, some way

They might meet me

They took our girls away from home

They're in the woods, they're all alone

The ropes are heavy and the knots are tight

Tied by a monster and his oblivious wife

Well, I hope this doesn't seem too impolite

But Ted Bundy was just never that fucking bright

He was just sorta charismatic and white, alright?

And he was so fucking sure he had the right

But he's ugly and I'm glad he's dead

'Cause there was no fucking candle in his pumpkin head

You're not special for winning a game

With someone who you know was never playing

She could've killed you

She had every right

You just caught her off guard tonight

But it's alright

She'll be fine

We listen to a lotta true crime

One of our young turned up last night

They found their body but not their eyes

Somebody new must've gone bad

Where's the Lord to take care of that?

Where's the Lord to take care of that?

I listen to a lotta true crime

I listen to it at night

I like the girl talk vibes

They make me feel alright

I like scary stories in the morning

And I like 'em at night

I like the girl talk vibes

They make me feel just fine

I listen to a lotta true crime