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Have mercy on me, sir<br />Allow me to impose on you<br />I have no place to stay<br />And my bones are cold right through<br />I will tell you a story<br />Of a man and his family<br />And I swear that it is true <br /><br />Ten years ago I met a girl named Joy<br />She was a sweet and happy thing<br />Her eyes were bright blue jewels<br />And we were married in the spring<br />I had no idea what happiness and little love could bring<br />Or what life had in store<br />But all things move toward their end<br />All things move toward their end<br />On that you can be sure <br /><br />La la la la la la la la la la<br />La la la la la la la la la la <br /><br />Then one morning I awoke to find her weeping<br />And for many days to follow<br />She grew so sad and lonely<br />Became Joy in name only<br />Within her breast there launched an unnamed sorrow<br />And a dark and grim force set sail<br />* Farewell happy fields *<br />* Where joy forever dwells *<br />* Hail horrors hail * <br /><br />Was it an act of contrition or some awful premonition<br />As if she saw into the heart of her final blood-soaked night<br />Those lunatic eyes, that hungry kitchen knife<br />Ah, I see sir, that I have your attention!<br />Well, could it be?<br />How often I've asked that question<br />Well, then in quick succession<br />We had babies, one, two, three <br /><br />We called them Hilda, Hattie and Holly<br />They were their mother's children<br />Their eyes were bright blue jewels<br />And they were quiet as a mouse<br />There was no laughter in the house<br />No, not from Hilda, Hattie or Holly<br />No wonder people said, poor mother Joy's so melancholy<br />Well, one night there came a visitor to our little home<br />I was visiting a sick friend<br />I was a doctor then<br />Joy and the girls were on their own <br /><br />La la la la la la la la la la<br />La la la la la la la la la la <br /><br />Joy had been bound with electrical tape<br />In her mouth a gag<br />She'd been stabbed repeatedly<br />And stuffed into a sleeping bag<br />In their very cots my girls were robbed of their lives<br />Method of murder much the same as my wife's<br />Method of murder much the same as my wife's<br />It was midnight when I arrived home<br />Said to the police on the telephone<br />Someone's taken four innocent lives <br /><br />They never caught the man<br />He's still on the loose<br />It seems he has done many many more<br />Quotes John Milton on the walls in the victim's blood<br />The police are investigating at tremendous cost<br />In my house he wrote * &quot;his red right hand<br />That, I'm told is from Paradise Lost<br />The wind round here gets wicked cold<br />But my story is nearly told<br />I fear the morning will bring quite a frost <br /><br />And so I've left my home<br />I drift from land to land<br />I am upon your step and you are a family man<br />Outside the vultures wheel<br />The wolves howl, the serpents hiss<br />And to extend this small favour, friend<br />Would be the sum of earthly bliss<br />Do you reckon me a friend?<br />* The sun to me is dark *<br />* And silent as the moon *<br />Do you, sir, have a room?<br />Are you beckoning me in? <br /><br />La la la la la la la la la la<br />La la la la la la la la la la
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Have mercy on me, sir<br />Allow me to impose on you<br />I have no place to stay<br />And my bones are cold right through<br />I will tell you a story<br />Of a man and his family<br />And I swear that it is true <br /><br />Ten years ago I met a girl named Joy<br />She was a sweet and happy thing<br />Her eyes were bright blue jewels<br />And we were married in the spring<br />I had no idea what happiness and little love could bring<br />Or what life had in store<br />But all things move toward their end<br />All things move toward their end<br />On that you can be sure <br /><br />La la la la la la la la la la<br />La la la la la la la la la la <br /><br />Then one morning I awoke to find her weeping<br />And for many days to follow<br />She grew so sad and lonely<br />Became Joy in name only<br />Within her breast there launched an unnamed sorrow<br />And a dark and grim force set sail<br />* Farewell happy fields *<br />* Where joy forever dwells *<br />* Hail horrors hail * <br /><br />Was it an act of contrition or some awful premonition<br />As if she saw into the heart of her final blood-soaked night<br />Those lunatic eyes, that hungry kitchen knife<br />Ah, I see sir, that I have your attention!<br />Well, could it be?<br />How often I've asked that question<br />Well, then in quick succession<br />We had babies, one, two, three <br /><br />We called them Hilda, Hattie and Holly<br />They were their mother's children<br />Their eyes were bright blue jewels<br />And they were quiet as a mouse<br />There was no laughter in the house<br />No, not from Hilda, Hattie or Holly<br />No wonder people said, poor mother Joy's so melancholy<br />Well, one night there came a visitor to our little home<br />I was visiting a sick friend<br />I was a doctor then<br />Joy and the girls were on their own <br /><br />La la la la la la la la la la<br />La la la la la la la la la la <br /><br />Joy had been bound with electrical tape<br />In her mouth a gag<br />She'd been stabbed repeatedly<br />And stuffed into a sleeping bag<br />In their very cots my girls were robbed of their lives<br />Method of murder much the same as my wife's<br />Method of murder much the same as my wife's<br />It was midnight when I arrived home<br />Said to the police on the telephone<br />Someone's taken four innocent lives <br /><br />They never caught the man<br />He's still on the loose<br />It seems he has done many many more<br />Quotes John Milton on the walls in the victim's blood<br />The police are investigating at tremendous cost<br />In my house he wrote * &quot;his red right hand<br />That, I'm told is from Paradise Lost<br />The wind round here gets wicked cold<br />But my story is nearly told<br />I fear the morning will bring quite a frost <br /><br />And so I've left my home<br />I drift from land to land<br />I am upon your step and you are a family man<br />Outside the vultures wheel<br />The wolves howl, the serpents hiss<br />And to extend this small favour, friend<br />Would be the sum of earthly bliss<br />Do you reckon me a friend?<br />* The sun to me is dark *<br />* And silent as the moon *<br />Do you, sir, have a room?<br />Are you beckoning me in? <br /><br />La la la la la la la la la la<br />La la la la la la la la la la
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