Murder Ballad

Strangled whisper on the wind

I hear his voice again

And though I’ve never touched his face

I can feel him on my skin

The blood is on his hands

Newspapers on the stands

Everybody knows my baby

He’s a legendary man

I’m writing letters to my lover

Pasting pictures everywhere

There will never be another

25 to life I’ll be there

Serving my love

My love

My love

And so the story goes

It was 21 or so

Ripped to pieces after being choked

On each one pinned a little note

I’m writing letters to my lover

Send me pictures of your neck

There will never be another

25 to life I spend

Serving my love

My love

My love

On the day that he escaped

The day he faced his fate

His letters said that he’d come straight to me

I waited in the willow trees

Now my hands around his throat

Its just exactly as we’d hoped

Goodnight world I’m with my baby

His fingers feel just like a rope

No more letters to my lover

No more clippings from the news

No there will never be another

To ever give my man more than I do

Serving my love

My love

My love

My love

I’m serving my love