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(c) James Davies 2006. From the Album 'Black comedy show'

They are all sat in the front row
They all have a common interest
Justice for the people I killed
They are here to watch my death
I stand here now with the noose around me
The judge laughed so it seemed to me
When he said guilty guilty, Kill me

Come watch me die tonight
It will be fun
Come watch me die tonight
Come watch me hang

Here we go, I'll sell you a story
This is what happened to me
That man was stood on the corner
When I drove the axe into her
Her friends are sat there with him
They look so different now
Her sister is stood there
Laughing really loud?

The brother of the man I killed in the bankraid
Is sitting there waiting to dance on my grave
The people that survived from that scene at the diner
Are all reliving their deepest darkest fear
It all seems so much like a dream now
The priest is here he's blessed my soul
He's wasting his time, his time, My time

I'm really not sorry for the things I did
I've been like this since I was a kid
Death to me is a welcome face
The people in the crowd say I'm a disgrace
Laughter in my head goes round and round
The loudest thing to me is lack of sound
The trapdoor opens, They think I cry
Thats just me smiling from my eyes
I liked the killing thing, do you think I'm sick
Its all over now and I've had the last laugh
The number I killed is far more than me
and now that I'm dead, I can still be
I live on the page, I live in your mind
I am everywhere but so hard to find
My memory will live on for a long long time
Reward enough, Celebrate my crime