I would never really stand a chance
I don’t care what lawyers say
If I ever put a move on you
You know every lead would point my way

Wouldn’t bother with an alibi
Wouldn’t be a clever stunt
If I ever put a move on you
Oh boy, you don‘t wanna know so don’t
You don’t wanna know so

Don’t you test me, can’t you see I’ve got all three
Means, motive and opportunity
You’ll see, you’re dead and I’m a detainee
That’s a really fucked up future, is it not?
Well, you’re giving it a shot

They’d be reading all these logs and files
And they’d call it homicide
If I ever put a move on you
You know they would never get it right

They would talk about the murder weapon
As something big and blunt
But they’d never get to be with you
‘Cos boy, if they did, well, I don’t know
They might off you too so...

You push my buttons deep
About to lose my shit
I’m reaching boiling point, so
Don’t you fucking breathe!

Can’t you see, can’t you see
Means, motive and opportunity