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