He wasn't bad\\
He was lonely and sad with time to kill\\
She was his type\\
When he stopped at the lights in the rain\\
He lifted the lock on the passenger side of the car for her\\
She stepped inside and we never saw her again\\
The neighbours all watched themselves on the box describing how\\
He was gentle and quiet but inside a riot went on\\
When he lifted the lock on the passenger side of the car for her\\
She stepped inside\\
And with a change of the light she was gone\\
She was the first\\
But there'd be more\\
Ten, eleven or worse before he'd serial killed for sure\\
Then society's debt won't be paid with a cheque or a stretch inside\\
England expects a tope round his neck till he dies\\
Call the police or the papers at least\\
There's a story to tell\\
There's photos to be posed and afternoon talkshows as well\\
Where the horror can be shared with the too-bored-to-be-scared for half an hour\\
And the pain that they feel will be virtually real for a while\\
But darling don't be afraid\\
These things don't happen every day\\
Be wary of the dangers of talking to strangers and you'll be okay\\
And remember of course to lock all your doors and windows tonight\\
And sleep safe and sound\
Because I need you around
My love....\\