When the waitress 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'll use another if you so prefer
Me? I like to call it art and art is its own reward
Just ask Burt Ward, years of living in the shadow of the bat
But we'll come back to that
Right now let's roll this little memo out to the big boss
for the next time you think I'm going soft
Send some punk to try to knock me off
Here's a reminder you fucking hind-grinder
With a cherry on top

That I never lost a step
Message to Marcel, message to Marcel
That I never lost a step
Message to Marcel, message to Marcel

In my paraphsychology
The ghosts they only visit me
Mother it's no bother
there's a demon on the shoulder and an angel upon the other
The tie always goes to the runner (ten quatlooms on the newcomer)
They always seem to remember the art is its own reward
Yeah just ask Burt Ward
Tell me he never felt like capping anybody
Half a lifetime spent living in the shadow of the bat
Like that has got to take its toll on you
Take control of you
Until one day all you have left to show
Is the only thing for sure you've ever known
The art of an obedient carefully connected rogue

That I never lost a step
Message to Marcel, message to Marcel
And I never rubbed the bat
Message to Marcel, message to Marcel

En Guarde

That I never lost a step
Message to Marcel, message to Marcel
And I never rubbed the bat
Message to Marcel, message to Marcel
Message to Marcel, message to Marcel


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Lyrics by Michael Allen Zirk (Maz) Music By Paul Robinson