Try to convince yourself that you're doing me a favor When not too deep inside you that it ain't so So you compete with the arts And your act is climbing up the charts You can pick up a piece of the latest release with ease So easy You pass out credits and pretend to run the show I'd like to think you know - i got murder on my mind You and your kind are growing fat on others labour You steal candy from kids and pat them on their backs Got what the public demands And the blood of elvis on your hands You sell it by the drop and every junkie wanna cop some flavor Got a remastered revolution out with bonus tracks Guess you stabbed a few backs - i got murder on my mind That simple thing was meant to help and to heal Somehow recently it lost it's appeal You got it butchered and sold it by the cut But hey at least you sold a lot First you killed the heartbeat And then you killed the soul You killed rock & roll I got murder on my mind