This is the Killer Speaking Lyrics by The Last Dinner Party
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
Ah-Ah-Ah
Ah-Ah
Here comes the killer!
Ah-Ah-Ah
Ah-Ah
Here comes your girl!
Ah-Ah-Ah
Ah-Ah
Here comes the killer!
Ah-Ah-Ah
Ah-Ah
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
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 *** mad
