Death Is A Star
And I was gripped by that deadly phantom
I followed him through hard jungles
As he stalked through the back lots
Strangling through the night shades
Oh, the thief of life
Moved onwards and outwards to love
In a one-stop only motel
A storm bangs on the cheapest room
The phantom slips in to spill blood
Even on the sweetest honeymoon
The killer of love
Caught the last, late Niagara bus
By chance or escaping from misery
By suddenness or in answer to pain
Smoking in the dark cinema
See the bad go down again
And the clouds are high in Spanish mountains
And a Ford roars through the night full of rain
The killer's blood flows
But he loads his gun again
Can make a grown man cry like a girl
To see the guns dying at sunset
In vain, lovers claimed
That they never had met
Smoking in the dark cinema
See the bad go down again