When the waitres walked by she must have caught his eye
and at that moment he was mine
a little slight of hand and i had poisoned his bowl of neopolitan
what else can i say man enjoy your ice cream
Murder is such an ugly word i'd use another if you so prefer
me i like to call it art and art has its own reward
just ask burt ward - years of living in the shadow of a bat
but we'll come back to that right now lets roll a little memo
out to the big boss for the next time u think i’m going soft,
send some punk to try and knock me off heres a reminder
you fuckin' hind grinder with a cherry on top

chorus: (and) i never lost a step message to marcel
message to marcel (ya) and i never lost a step message to marcel
message to marcel

in my paraphsycolgy the ghosts only visit me, mother
its no bother theres a demon on the shoulder
and an angel upon the other
tie always goes to the runner (ten quatlooms on the new comer)
They always seem to remember the art as its own reward
ya just ask burt ward tell me he never felt like fucking like capping
anybody half a lifetime spent living in the shadow of the bat
like that has its gotta take its toll on ya' take control of ya'
until 1 day all u have left to show
is the only thing for show that u've known
the other thing will be a guiltily connected road
Chorus: ya and i never lost a step message to marcel
message to marcel and i-e-i never lost a step
message to marcel message to marcel
(guitar solo)
All gone all gone all gone all go-on all gone all gone all gone all gone
chorus: ya i never lost a step message to marcel
message to marcel and i-e-i never looked again message to marcel
message to marcel message to marcel message to marcel