What a creased and wrinkly old thing
It's time to iron you up
And get you locked away,
'Cause I need a place to stay
I need a place like yours
To call mine
All you do is sign right here on the dotted line

Apartment murders
Apartment murders
They swore that they would not hurt her
Apartment for murder

And when you hear a noise in your home
Well he's coming down the banister
He's just another hoodlum,
Yeah he's a real stinker
Learned his tricks down in Florida
And now it's time to run back,
And hide your valuables,
Oh yeah, and be afraid
Cause now here it comes,
The promise, and it sounds too good
To be true

Apartment murders
Apartment murders
They swore that they would not hurt her
Apartment for murder

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Writer(s): MARK MULCAHY