From way far across the sea
Came an Eritrean maiden, she
Had a one track mind and eyes for me
Half blinded in the war
With a pale young Anglican
Who said he'd help her all he can
Showed her Jesus and his little unholy friend
She had no mind to please him
Just say "ta-ra" and leave him behind
A little boy in a stairwell
Who says "I hate people like you
I got match sticks and cable TV
Half of less than 50p"
We all clambered over the balcony
Banging on the window waking Steve
Bringing with a true love his unholy friend
Singing if you really need it
You just won't leave it behind
So baby, please kill me
Oh baby, don't kill me
But don't bring that ghost 'round to my door
I don't wanna see them anymore
Please kill me
Oh baby, don't kill me
Just don't bang on about yesterday
You know I wouldn't know about that anyway
Monkey said to the mouse before
If she loved anybody more than he
It turns you into stone
Now I'm reversing down a lonely street
Cheap hotel where I can meet the past
Pay it off and keep it sweet
It's sweet like nothing, oh
It's just like nothing at all
Yes, I've seen you there
How could I help but stare
It rips the heart out of your baby
You've taken far too much to see or think or touch
What's real, stranded on this street
That paved my only way home
If you really need it, oh
You just won't leave it behind
Oh please, kill me
Oh no, don't kill me
Don't bring that ghost 'round to my door
I don't wanna see them anymore
Please kill me
Oh no, don't kill me
Don't go on about yesterday
You know I wouldn't know about that any way, oh no
He got nothing, oh
He got nothing at all
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