Crime Of Passion.

Bang Bang Bang thats all I heard, i looked and seen a face that lifelessly stared.

He lay there with three bullets in the head, bloody and still and cold stone dead.

I shivered with fright on that warm summer night, and questioned what my gun had done.

Shall I run and hide away, or own up to this crime and bravely stay.

After all it was a crime of passion, and I had to retaliate in a manly fashion.

He stole my wife who was my life, and I seen red and wished him dead.

Here I stand with a hot gun in my hand, beside a dead body who used to be somebody.

He stole my wife so I stole his life, but I don't feel good like I thought I would.

The sirens scream out and lawful voices do shout, I am handcuffed and arrested and by my wife detested.

Here I hang in a prison cell, my once good soul floating towards the gates of hell.