It's a Tuesday afternoon
She's sitting on a couch, sipping rosé, watching the news
The police found a body
Buried in the middle of nowhere, cut deep to the bones
What kind of monster would've done that?
Her neighbours, sipping tea
Saying the victim never got to run
Then, the press showed up
Asking her questions that benefit political stunts
She's got a red Vespa
A scar on her arm with some Mediterranean tattoos
She's a fan of ABBA
She downs tequila
Fought for those who can't see through
She's always optimistic, a full of life
And kind and bright mother of two
'Oh, what a shame, but she had it coming'
'I always knew there was something wrong
Under that pretty little face'
On a sunny Saturday
She's paying a visit to the victim's grave
There are lilies everywhere
But she knows it's just a trend for posting on the Gram
What kind of monster would've done that?
Monkeying around, looking for comfort to put on their walls
So, here's another show
Take out your cameras and come enjoy the freak ones crawl
She's got a red Vespa
A scar on her arm with some Mediterranean tattoos
She's a fan of ABBA
She downs tequila
Fought for those who can't see through
She's always optimistic, a full of life
And kind and bright mother of two
'Oh, what a shame, but she had it coming'
'I always knew there was something wrong
Under that pretty little face'
What kind of monster would've done that
Run
What kind of monster would've done that
So, the devil is still on the run
And the mother of two gained fame from the papers for a day
He is still on the run
And the mother of two, raped and buried in the woods
The devil is still on the run
And the mother of two became a hashtag, bold fonts
He is still on the run
And the mother of two had it coming as a woman
