The murderer, he'll come into your house
Quiet as a mouse.
He'll try to kill your family
But he'll look a little camely
Oh no! Oh dear! The murderer is here. x2 (Refrain)
You jump out ur window,
Ready to escape
But there's one thing you can't forget
And that is your cape!
Refrain*
Made this song when I was 7. Don't judge.
Let this be so.
His means of death, his obscure burial—
No trophy, sword, nor hatchment o'er his bones,
No noble rite nor formal ostentation,
Cry to be heard, as 'twere from heaven to earth,
That I must call't in question.
