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
Chorus
By the line she lies dead, beneath a mattress, her deathbed
In England - this septic isle; in England—Maxwell smiles
Chorus
Just another English murder, your photo on my wall
Just another English murder, it doesn't look like you at all in the dark