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The world has surely lost its head, the news is full of crimes
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There's robberies in The Telegraph and there's murders in The Times
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And always more obituaries and even one of these
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Concerns the brutal slaughter of one old Miss Emma Keyes


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The police have got their man, they're sure, he never left the scene
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Indeed, he raised a hue and cry, a most unusual thing
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An arsonist, a murderer, his soul will soon be frying
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He's young but old enough to kill and not too young for dying


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Now it seems the populace will queue to see him stand in court
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To hear him speak his wicked lies while smiling at his thoughts
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This arrogant young ruffian is obviously guilty
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Though nowhere does it say exactly how or why he killed her


Instrumental (verse chords)


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Forget it dear, it's not the first, there's bound to be another
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The way you carry on you'll have us thinking she's your mother
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This man called Lee has had his day and soon he'll be forgotten
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So put that paper down before your breakfast goes quite rotten