Carter USM

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….