Death On the Stairs

From way far across the sea

Came an Eritrean maiden she had a one track mind and eyes funny

Half blinded in a 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 notion 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 fifty P

We 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 want to see him 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

I'll go

Monkey said to the mouse before if she loved anybody more than he

It turns you into stone

No I'm reversing down the lonely street

Cheap hotel where I can meet the past

And pay it off and keep it sweet

This is sweet like nothing no

It's just like nothing at all

And I've seen you there

How could I help but stare?

It rips the heart out off your baby

Taken far too much to see

Or think or touch what's real

Stranded on this street that paved my only way home

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 up to my door

I don't want to see him anymore

Please kill me

Oh, no, don't kill me

Don't go on about yesterday

You know, I wouldn't know about that anyway

Oh, no

He got nothing, no

He got nothing at all