Great Day For A Murder Lyrics - Ill Manors (deluxe Edition) - Plan B

It was an ordinary day, people walking... all over me again 

Then suddenly to my dismay out of no where my heart started talking to my brain 

What a great day for a murder but I'm not in a killing mood 

What a great day to reek vengeance but I know it will do no good 

What a great day to go and get a gun 

Go and take your anger out on every one 

If your out of ammunition 

Go and buy the sun, and read up on all the council housed and violent scum 

Still pissing tax payers money up the wall 

You can barely just about to send your kids to school 

What with the cost of living been so sky high 

The petrol station selling gas at such a high price 

With that in mind, your heads in such a vexed place 

What more excuse ya need to turn into a head case 

And the newspaper for me get me in such a vexed state 

Kill a man with your bare hand even if your best mates 

Cause if you believe every word the press says 

You cant appreciate the pair of tits on the next page 

Then yes I guess today must really be the best day 

To go and get a gun shoot someone in the head mate 

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What a great day for a murder but I'm not in a killing mood 

What a great day to reek vengeance but I know it will do no good 

Looking at the sun will make you go blind just like people say 

Cost you your sight when its 30p a day 

Now your looking in the mirror not seeing its double glazed 

Spying on your neighbors through darkened shades 

Another broken family killed and roamed free 

Look in every front yard of every house on the street 

While the gardener is gardening the males planting seeds 

Another single mum before me different boyfriends every week 

Daughters are reading now old dears feeling heat 

Her sons just like the beano catching arse for cheek 

Young ones with their nuts out blowing in the breeze 

What a bunch of fucking animals the type can only see 

In the section of the zoo magazine said ohh 

Just lying on the page is like a lion in a cage 

She's seen enough, time to take her braces 

Action with a shotgun wave it in people faces 

Todays as good as any there's nothing better then been famous 

You could be the next raoul moat and mike skinner as you agent 

He started on mild steds exploring ain't he 

Simply by shooting all his neighbors and made the front page in all the papers 

Standing about observed its all about 

You cant look any where about the murder in his eyes 

But there's no point in killing everybody you despise 

Over something you read, cause half the shit you read is lies 

Yeah... thats right half the shit you read is lies but you still let it lead your life 

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It was an ordinary day, people walking... all over me again 

Then suddenly to my dismay my heart started talking yeah started talking to my brain it said... 

What a great day for a murder... but I'm not in a killing mood 

What a great day to reek vengeance... 

But I know it will do no good 

So now that you know your so influenced about things you read 

That it determines how you treat different people you meet 

The though of murdering a journalist but prepared to get sucked to ya seat 

Must seem so sweet if ya happen to pass one in the street 

But you wont as you ain't as hard to do so 

Only fantasize bout what would happen if you where to loose it 

Cause luckly for them you ain't that stupid and what a great day it is to prove it