Sitting Here With A Face Like Thunder

I'm a murderer,
Yes I am,
You know I am,
Sitting here with a face like thunder.

Over a crime that I thought that I'd never commit,
I can't believe what I've just done,
To someone so young,
We were only having fun.

What should I do now?
Should I call the police,
If I ever get caught,
There gonna put me on a leash.

I'll hide the body first,
As I lift up her lifeless corpse
Blood is running from her head,
Reality kicks in, sh*t she really is dead.

I might as well be locked up,
Left to rot away in my cell,
Guess what, I might as well be in hell,
I wish I could turn back the hands of time.

I'm a murderer,
Yes I am,
You know I am,
Sitting in my cell, with a face like thunder.

By Jay Basey © 2003