Murderer’s Lament Jerusalem (UK)

Here I sit, I'm very sad
Am I really going mad?
They never seem to notice me
I'm all alone, you see

It doesn't matter how I try
Women seem to pass me by
Now the time begins to fly
I'm lonely

When the night comes, I must go
Loneliness has become my foe
Must find that woman who is best
Lay her first, then break her neck

That dirt that walks the streets
Until some lonely man she meets
Then degrades him till he weeps
Then kicks him back into the street

Pretty flowers, I waste the hours
Watching birds go by, see the birdies fly
Hiding from the law, hiding in this straw
See the pointed hats coming down the track
My heart begins to race, will they find this place?
A hand upon my head, I know that I am dead, oh I'm dead