Suffer Little Children The Smiths

Over the moor, take me to the moor
Dig a shallow grave and I'll lay me down
Over the moor, take me to the moor
Dig a shallow grave and I'll lay me down

Lesley Anne and your pretty white beads
Oh, John, you'll never be a man
And you'll never see your home again
Oh, Manchester, so much to answer for

Edward, see those alluring lights?
Tonight will be your very last night
A woman said, "I know my son is dead
I'll never rest my hands on his sacred head"

Hindley wakes and Hindley says
Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes
Hindley wakes and says
"Oh, wherever he has gone, I have gone"

But fresh lilaced moorland fields
Cannot hide the stolid stench of death
Fresh lilaced moorland fields
Cannot hide the stolid stench of death

Hindley wakes and says
Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes
Hindley wakes and says
"Oh, whatever he has done, I have done"