`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the span;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the murders then began.
I cannot tell a lie, father, I chopped down that cherry tree. But I didn’t begin those murders.
Serene was a word you could put to Brooklyn, New York. Especially in the summer of 1912. And then the murders began.
There once was a man from Nantucket
Who kept all his guns in a bucket.
He said with a grin,
“Let the murders begin!
If you don’t like this one, you can suck it!”
Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal. Then the murders began.
A spectre is haunting Europe - the spectre of communism. All the powers of old Europe have entered into a holy alliance to exorcise this spectre: Pope and Tsar, Metternich and Guizot, French Radicals and German police-spies. Where is the party in opposition that has not been decried as communistic by its opponents in power? Where is the opposition that has not hurled back the branding reproach of communism, against the more advanced opposition parties, as well as against its reactionary adversaries?
Two things result from this fact:
I. Communism is already acknowledged by all European powers to be itself a power.
II. It is high time that the murders begin.
Living on sponge cake
Watching the sun bake
All of the tourists covered with oil.
Shooting my six gun
The murders have begun.
All of that sugar makes my blood boil.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville.
Searching for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there’s a woman to blame.
But I claim it’s the junk foods fault.
You wired me awake
And hit me with a hand of broken nails
You tied my lead and pulled my chain
To watch my blood begin to boil
But I’m gonna break, I’m gonna break my,
I’m gonna break my rusty cage and begin the murders
Yeah I’m gonna break, I’m gonna break my,
I’m gonna break my rusty cage and begin the murders
Some enchanted evening, when you find your true love
When you feel her call you across a crowded room
Then fly to her side and make her your own
Or all through your life you may dream all alone.
Once you have found her, never let her go.
If she goes anyway, let the murders begin.
The night was
And then the murders began.
The building was on fire, and it wasn’t my fault. And then the murders began.
The roof
The roof
The roof is on fire
We don’t need no water, let the murders begin
Rumpletweezer ran the Dinky Tinky shop in the foot of the magic oak tree by the wobbly dumdum bush in the shade of the magic glade down in Dingly Dell. And then the murders began.
Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And then the murders began
Lucy: I got five pieces of candy!
Violet: I got a chocolate bar!
Patty: I got a quarter!
Charlie Brown: I got a rock.
[they go to the second house]
Kids: Trick or treat!
[all get their bags filled]
Violet: Gee, I got a candy bar!
Frieda: Boy, I got three cookies!
Lucy: Hey, I got a package of gum!
Charlie Brown: I got a rock.
[they go to a third house]
Lucy: Trick or treat. [Her bag gets filled]
Lucy: I got a popcorn ball!
Frieda: I got a fudge bar!
Violet: I got a pack of gum!
Charlie Brown: I got a rock.
And then the murders began.
Life is difficult. And then the murders began.
Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again. And then the murders began.
It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I didn’t know what I was doing in New York. And then the murders began.
JoJo was a man who thought he was a loner, but he knew it couldn’t last. And then the murders began.
Here’s the story of a lovely lady who was bringing up three very lovely girls. And then the murders began.
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure dome decree
Where Alph the sacred river ran
Through caverns measureless to man
And then the murders began.
Two men trod carefully through the trees in search of their prey. Bluebells and wild garlic were underfoot and then the murders began
The primroses were over. And then the murders began.