A death upon the Grand Canal, murder maybe
screams are heard on high
and I’m so afraid of what’s to come,
I don’t suppose you fancy coming home?
A body wrapped in cellophane, found beneath
the lonesome highway road.
A ghost said ‘Larry, go have fun
’cause you’ll be dead as soon as night is done.’
Well, I don’t believe in heaven, babe, in fact I don’t
believe in anything
but once I thought I was in love
and that’s as close to heaven that I’ve come.
Please me, please me, please me
Please me, please be pleasing
Give me one more night
of sex without a face.
Trash-kitten Mary Ann sings a song
called ‘No-one really turns me on but you’
but gangland heroes take her home
and execute a ritual of woe.
Bonny meets Clyde at the railway track, cold beneath
a moon of sapphire blue,
she put a bullet in his head
and left behind the man that made her blue.
So, treat me like a dog, love me like a man,
it doesn’t really matter who you think I used to be
’cause nobody cares when you’re a melted lipstick heroine grown old.
Please me, please me, please me
Please me, please be pleasing
Give me one more night
of sex without a face.