Purple passion in the glove box
Under a map
And a couple of joints and some
Dentyne under my cap

As a general rule
I don?t monkey around with toys
But she needed more than you could get

She said, “I?ll never see you again”
At least you could grant me a wish

We?ll drink purple passion
We?ll drink purple passion
We?ll drink purple passion
?Til we?re black and blue

She pulled out a night stick
A placed it into my hand
She said, “You?re the cop, baby”

There are voices in my head
And demons in my soul
Sometimes they keep me warm
Sometimes they leave me cold

There are strangers in my bed
To caress my jaded skin
And squeeze my body tight
And forgive me of my sins

And I know I?m not insane
If I am, I?m not to blame
It?s just this damned old hungry pain
Like a drug inside my veins

And I?ve sown just what I?ve reaped
And my thoughts are mine to keep
And through my chilly bones they creep
And they whisper me to sleep

When the nighttime goes away
And the voices have all gone
I fumble with my clothes
And put myself back on

I walk out on the streets
To face another day
I know I?ll meet my fears
Somewhere along the way

As I climb the mighty steel
And watch the river flow
I?ll drown beneath the waves
Of my own private radio

The news is full of crime
And people love to hear it
They hang on every line
Even though they fear it
As long as it is someone else
Who’s suffering the pain
They’ll suck their beer and belch
And watch the blood pour like it’s rain

But people tell me why it’s so
When a man kills his pregnant wife
It becomes a prime time show
If they’re living in the high life
They change the channel just like that
When their drowning in the ninth ward
But they’re hypnotized by some cat
Who killed a beauty queen in his yard

I can tell you what I think
But the news just won’t admit it
Oooooo pretty people did it
Yeh, oooooo pretty people did it

Seems murder only last a minute
When it’s poor or red or black
They always have a way to spin it
When the big chiefs get bushwacked
If your child goes missing you got to know
You better put out some fliers
Unless your rolling in the dough
You won’t get much help through the wires

Here’s a news flash here’s the scoop
Here is why your story bit it
Ooooo pretty people did it