| Song | Murderers, The Hope Of Women |
| Artist | Momus |
| Album | Monsters Of Love |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Currie | |
| With this knife I cut the cake | |
| Who will be my bride today | |
| Sweet Fanny Adams | |
| Watch her climb the step ladder | |
| A present from her stepfather | |
| Sweet Fanny Adams | |
| See her reaching out and stripping down the muslin drapes | |
| A cover for her nakedness, a veil for her face | |
| With curtains for your wedding dress | |
| You must take your place amongst | |
| The Proper Little Madams | |
| And now because I love you | |
| I must take my place too | |
| Amongst the murderers, the hope of women | |
| Death in every new beginning | |
| I must take this woman for my sentence of life | |
| And she must take my knife | |
| I will buy a ring of gold | |
| And you will practise birth control | |
| Sweet Fanny Adams | |
| Like a puppet on a string | |
| Of oestrogen and progesterone | |
| Sweet Fanny Adams | |
| This is where your misery starts | |
| This is where your mystery stops | |
| We'll rent a television | |
| To replace Pandora's Box | |
| And I will wear a business face | |
| And you will learn your proper place | |
| From those Proper Little Madams | |
| And in my world of cut and thrust | |
| I will learn that my place, my place must ..... | |
| Be with the murderers, the hope of women | |
| Death in every new beginning | |
| I must take this woman for my sentence of life | |
| And she must take my knife | |
| In my pipe and slippers | |
| Do I look like Jack The Ripper? | |
| Sweet Fanny Adams | |
| But I poisoned you with every kiss | |
| Smothered you with domestic bliss | |
| Sweet Fanny Adams | |
| Underneath the suntan from the sun lamp that we bought | |
| Your face is paler than the pale face of a corpse | |
| And from the seventh floor of our bungalow | |
| You flung yourself down to where they stood below | |
| Those Proper Little Madams | |
| But in white hair, wrinkles and false teeth | |
| I escaped detection by the police | |
| One of the murderers, the hope of women | |
| Death in every new beginning | |
| I must take this woman for my sentence of life | |
| And she must take my knife |
| zuo ci : Currie | |
| With this knife I cut the cake | |
| Who will be my bride today | |
| Sweet Fanny Adams | |
| Watch her climb the step ladder | |
| A present from her stepfather | |
| Sweet Fanny Adams | |
| See her reaching out and stripping down the muslin drapes | |
| A cover for her nakedness, a veil for her face | |
| With curtains for your wedding dress | |
| You must take your place amongst | |
| The Proper Little Madams | |
| And now because I love you | |
| I must take my place too | |
| Amongst the murderers, the hope of women | |
| Death in every new beginning | |
| I must take this woman for my sentence of life | |
| And she must take my knife | |
| I will buy a ring of gold | |
| And you will practise birth control | |
| Sweet Fanny Adams | |
| Like a puppet on a string | |
| Of oestrogen and progesterone | |
| Sweet Fanny Adams | |
| This is where your misery starts | |
| This is where your mystery stops | |
| We' ll rent a television | |
| To replace Pandora' s Box | |
| And I will wear a business face | |
| And you will learn your proper place | |
| From those Proper Little Madams | |
| And in my world of cut and thrust | |
| I will learn that my place, my place must ..... | |
| Be with the murderers, the hope of women | |
| Death in every new beginning | |
| I must take this woman for my sentence of life | |
| And she must take my knife | |
| In my pipe and slippers | |
| Do I look like Jack The Ripper? | |
| Sweet Fanny Adams | |
| But I poisoned you with every kiss | |
| Smothered you with domestic bliss | |
| Sweet Fanny Adams | |
| Underneath the suntan from the sun lamp that we bought | |
| Your face is paler than the pale face of a corpse | |
| And from the seventh floor of our bungalow | |
| You flung yourself down to where they stood below | |
| Those Proper Little Madams | |
| But in white hair, wrinkles and false teeth | |
| I escaped detection by the police | |
| One of the murderers, the hope of women | |
| Death in every new beginning | |
| I must take this woman for my sentence of life | |
| And she must take my knife |
| zuò cí : Currie | |
| With this knife I cut the cake | |
| Who will be my bride today | |
| Sweet Fanny Adams | |
| Watch her climb the step ladder | |
| A present from her stepfather | |
| Sweet Fanny Adams | |
| See her reaching out and stripping down the muslin drapes | |
| A cover for her nakedness, a veil for her face | |
| With curtains for your wedding dress | |
| You must take your place amongst | |
| The Proper Little Madams | |
| And now because I love you | |
| I must take my place too | |
| Amongst the murderers, the hope of women | |
| Death in every new beginning | |
| I must take this woman for my sentence of life | |
| And she must take my knife | |
| I will buy a ring of gold | |
| And you will practise birth control | |
| Sweet Fanny Adams | |
| Like a puppet on a string | |
| Of oestrogen and progesterone | |
| Sweet Fanny Adams | |
| This is where your misery starts | |
| This is where your mystery stops | |
| We' ll rent a television | |
| To replace Pandora' s Box | |
| And I will wear a business face | |
| And you will learn your proper place | |
| From those Proper Little Madams | |
| And in my world of cut and thrust | |
| I will learn that my place, my place must ..... | |
| Be with the murderers, the hope of women | |
| Death in every new beginning | |
| I must take this woman for my sentence of life | |
| And she must take my knife | |
| In my pipe and slippers | |
| Do I look like Jack The Ripper? | |
| Sweet Fanny Adams | |
| But I poisoned you with every kiss | |
| Smothered you with domestic bliss | |
| Sweet Fanny Adams | |
| Underneath the suntan from the sun lamp that we bought | |
| Your face is paler than the pale face of a corpse | |
| And from the seventh floor of our bungalow | |
| You flung yourself down to where they stood below | |
| Those Proper Little Madams | |
| But in white hair, wrinkles and false teeth | |
| I escaped detection by the police | |
| One of the murderers, the hope of women | |
| Death in every new beginning | |
| I must take this woman for my sentence of life | |
| And she must take my knife |