Tragedy Now Strikes Hard...

Lyrics

(Tragedy now strikes hard. The world's imagination is caught by the brutal senseless[ness] of the apparent criminal who slays his kind old mistress) [I. Newspaper Reading 0:00 - 0:46] "The customary quiet of Babbacombe A residential suburb of Torquay Was greatly disturbed early on Saturday morning And the peaceful inhabitants were aroused To a state of intense alarm and terror By one of the most frightful tragedies That human devilment could plan Or human fiend could perpetrate The name of the victim was Miss Emma Annе Whitehead Keysе An elderly lady of some sixty-eight years The name of her home And the scene of her tragedy, was 'the Glen' She was found early in the morning Lying on her dining room floor Her throat had been horribly cut And there were three wounds on her head It was evident that her murderer Had also attempted to burn the corpse" [II. Breakfast in Mayfair 0:46 - 3:54] [Verse 1] The world has surely lost its head, the news is full of crimes There's robberies in The Telegraph And there's murders in The Times And always more obituaries and even one of these Concerns the brutal slaughter of an old Miss Emma Keyse [Verse 2] The police have got their man, they're sure He never left the scene Indeed, he raised a hue and cry, a most unusual thing An arsonist, a murderer, his soul will soon be frying He's young but old enough to kill and not too young for dying [Verse 3] Now, it seems the populace will queue to see him stand in court To hear him speak his wicked lies while smiling at his thoughts This arrogant young ruffian is obviously guilty Though nowhere does it say exactly how or why he killed her [Instrumental Break] [Guitar Solo] [Verse 4] Forget it, dear, it's not the first and there's bound to be another The way you carry on, you'll have us thinking she's your mother This man called 'Lee' has had his day and soon he'll be forgotten So put that paper down before your breakfast goes quite rotten