This Is the Killer Speaking

I'd never been so scorned
To find your kindness didn't last
Beyond a fry-up and my spit upon your sheets
And if I'd asked for how you'd answered
I'd've gone and seen my father
Down in Brompton Cemetery

I hope your back is healing from that good old flaying
And your coat's still stained with me
Wear it with my pride pinned to the lapel
God knows I left it by mistake
God knows I left it by mistake

Good morning, good looking
This is the killer speaking
Good morning, handsome
This is the killer on the line

Here comes the killer
Here comes the killer
Here comes your girl
Here comes your girl
Here comes the killer
Here comes the killer
Here comes your girl

If only you'd been honest
Could've spared this bloodshed
Now I'm wanted 'cross several county lines
When your hand is bigger than my heart
You can crush it just the way I like
You've got a whole lotta nerve
And a whole lotta spite
When you leave don't look me in the eye
When you leave don't look me in the eye

Good morning, good looking
This is the killer speaking
Good morning angel
This is the killer on the line

Here comes the killer
Here comes the killer
Here comes your girl
Here comes your girl
Here comes the killer
Here comes the killer
Here comes your girl

And I'm down so bad
I'm doing time
You look like a weeping saint with your infected eye
I'm doing time
And I'm down so bad
Hope my television appearance drives you fucking mad

Here comes the killer
Here comes the killer
Here comes your girl
Here comes your girl
Here comes the killer
Here comes the killer
Here comes your girl

Here comes your girl