7 The Plan

If we killed my brother John

Then he'd never touch my things

If we killed my brother John

Then he'd never rat me out

If we killed my brother John

My inheritance would grow

You're a lunatic, come on

Can't we let the subject go

We could chloroform a rag

And make him breathe the vapors

Then use it as a gag

To choke him

And once his face is green

We'll throw him in a bag

Flee the murder scene

Then read about it in the papers

If we killed my brother John

Then my father would drop dead

If we killed my brother John

Then I'd get the bigger room

If we killed my brother John

Like I've always yearned to do

If you killed your brother John

Every lead would point to you

We could borrow some old gun

And shoot him in his slumber

Perhaps it would be fun

To torture him

We'll make it look like rape

And once the deed is done

We'll misdirect the cops

And watch his name become a number

If we killed my brother John

You could never practice law

If we killed my brother John

You could never face your mother

If we killed my/your brother John

Could you live with what you did

"Okay--" Not my brother John

Let's go kill some random kid

I'll lure him to my car

Then strike with something sizable

We'll drive out extra far

To dump him

Pour acid on his face

And every and birthmark, mole or scar

Then strip off all his clothing

So he'll be unrecognizable

Just a boy who's in the park

Won't be smart enough to run

Just a kid who's in the dark

Won't be strong enough to fight

Bait the fish to feed the shark

30 seconds and he's gone

What a way to make your mark

Better than my brother John