Murder Ballad

Strangled whisper on the wind
I hear his voice again
And though I’ve never touched his face
I can feel him on my skin
The blood is on his hands
Newspapers on the stands
Everybody knows my baby
He’s a legendary man

I’m writing letters to my lover
Pasting pictures everywhere
There will never be another
25 to life I’ll be there
Serving my love
My love
My love

And so the story goes
It was 21 or so
Ripped to pieces after being choked
On each one pinned a little note

I’m writing letters to my lover
Send me pictures of your neck
There will never be another
25 to life I spend
Serving my love
My love
My love

On the day that he escaped
The day he faced his fate
His letters said that he’d come straight to me
I waited in the willow trees
Now my hands around his throat
Its just exactly as we’d hoped
Goodnight world I’m with my baby
His fingers feel just like a rope

No more letters to my lover
No more clippings from the news
No there will never be another
To ever give my man more than I do
Serving my love
My love
My love
My love
I’m serving my love