The world has surely lost it's head The news is full of crimes There's robberies in The Telegraph And there's murders in The Times And always more obituaries And even one of these Concerns the brutal slaughter Of an Old Miss Emma Keys
The police have got their man, they're sure He never left the scene Indeed he led the hue and cry A most unusual thing An arsonist, a murderer, his soul will soon be frying He's young, but old enough to kill But not too young for dying
Now it seams the populace will queue To see him stand in court To hear him speak his wicked lies While smiling at his thoughts This arrogant young ruffian is obviously guilty Though no where does it say exactly How or why he killed her
Forget it dear it's not the first There's bound to be another The way you carry on You'll have us thinking she's your mother This man called "Lee" has had his day And soon he'll be forgotten So put that paper down before your breakfast goes quite rottenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
