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Everybody's probably noticed... when Jessica Fletcher's around, people die. For a couple of hours this morning, I lost my notebook, which had the notes for this song, and many others. It was scarier than living in Cabot Cove. When I found it again, i felt so relieved I finished these lyrics right away.
Neighbor turns on neighbor
Like jackals in the night
Petty conflicts blow up into
Deadly fire fights
The force of law and order
is weak when times are hard
Seth's locked up in the cupboard
Amos buried in the yard
chorus
The smell of death is hanging
in the foggy, salty air
and the lust for blood is rising
As the beast slinks from his lair,
And across the land he roves
Through the Killing Fields
Of Cabot Cove
No one's safe 'cause every week
The reaper takes a soul
He grabs another victim
and throws him in a hole
And no one wants to live here
They want to leave, some try
But there's no escape from Cabot Cove,
They all come back to die
Chorus
Red tide of blood and mayhem
Sweeps in from the coast
And the poor and huddled masses
Are haunted by the ghosts
Of the many murder victims
That will never rest in peace
Till Jessica finds their killer
and grants them their release
Chorus
Some people say Ms. Fletcher
Is the devil's closest friend
First she does the murder,
then collects the dividend
When she writes up all the stories,
In books that are best sellers
And sometimes I wonder what she's got
Buried in her cellar
Bridge
The power of the grave...
Is strong in coastal Maine
Like a lobster trap,
If you go in, you won't come back again...
Chorus
Outro:
My mama says you'll decompose
If you go to stay at Cabot Cove....