Hidden from the camera in the summer evening fuzz
The victim screams in pain, the only feelings that remain
And she looks just like a stranger, just like everybody does
Then the characters I know come in to run the show
The detectives, the forensics and their very handsome bossAnd they don’t notice a streak but there’s a murder every week
But no-one ever tells the loved ones that they’re sorry for their loss
Then with standard issue wit everybody does their bit
Because they’ve only got an hour to catch up with this waifAnd with customary zest the men make an arrest
Then there’s an ad for the army: help keep
Killer has no hair and a semi-vacant stare
Big nose, big ears and eyes of the very deepest blueHe says he did what he did ‘cos he was bullied as a kid
But everyone I know was bullied too
Now I can walk my fleshy husk through the summer’s fuzzy dusk
With an eye over my shoulder in case bald men are about
And police cars just remind me that no-one is safe really
Law-abiding vengeance is all they ever carry out
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