Serial killers were always a bore in my book
Along with retired in Winnebagos
Coming up behind ya at the next kerb
Eye reflections in the rear view mirror
And before the grub comes a moralist

Passable
Passable

Right behind ya
Kids in pubs
Breast fed

And if I ever end up like Ian McShane
Cut my throat with a garden tool
And if I ever end up like Bono
Slit my throat with a kitchen knife

Ah, passable
A past gone mad
A past gone mad

Comin' up right behind ya
The Lovejoy roadshow
Passable

And if I ever end up like Judy Collins
Cut my throat with a garden rake
And if I ever end up like U2
Cut my throat with a kitchen tool

Passable
A past gone mad

Spangles and soccer books
A load of old boring shit

A past gone mad
Marble stone
A past gone mad
Passable