5:25 August fifth, 1962 Found her lying on her chest Her face all turning blue You think it was an overdose But could it have been the pact Could it have been the Kennedys Was it LAPD It ain't a mystery Baby not to me Murder, murder, murder mystery Baby not to me Rotted corpse, sex decay Breasts all full of slugs No answer for the accident Her cunt has all dried up, you see 5:25 August fifth, 1962 Make it seem a suicide Make it seem a suicide Make it seem a suicide Make it seem a suicide It ain't a mystery Baby not to me Murder, murder, murder mystery Baby not to me Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa-oh