I wait here by the coast, in the company of ghosts I sit and watch the world go by, sometimes I just sit and cry Just another English murder, a poster on the station wall Just another English murder, Britannia gone rotten to the core I carry my guilt like a watch, but one that just won't stop Doomed by the hands of God, whose giggling won't stop By the line she lies dead, beneath a mattress, her deathbed In England - this septic isle; in England—Maxwell smiles Just another English murder, your photo on my wall Just another English murder, it doesn't look like you at all in the dark