Alan Moore - The Decline Of English Murder lyrics

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She sorts out her hair at the washroom of Preston servicesDries her hands under a notice that says "have you seen this child?"And she nurses her tea for one hour in the cafeteriaWatching the truck drivers blind their fried eggs with the cutleryAnd english murder it's all over her face Just waiting until the right time the wrong lay-byThere'll be a photographWith a bad 1970's fringe and a look of uncertaintyYears later you'll know the name but not where you know it fromAnd they've emptied the terraced row with compulsory purchasesReasoning that they'd make more from the ground with the people goneAnd so he shuffles the half a mile to the nearest post officeWhen lads push into the queue he pretends he's not noticed themAnd english murder it's all over his face A low enough cold snap a high enough gas billYou'll skim the epitaphsAnd you'll possibly notice his name like somebody's you knew from schoolThere'll be an off the peg verse where sad has been rhymed with dadAnd the houses in which they've invested their city bonusesHave increased the property prices and therefore the homelessnessThe scabby grey anti climb paint and withdrawn amenitiesIn case socialising promotes anti social behaviourAnd english murder it's all over the placeThe bunches of flowers in pedestrian precinctsYour average sociopath at least kills With a hammer or brick not with greed and incompetenceAnd after two or three years they'll express remorse