Murder， They Want Murder - Clare and the Reasons

Here we are in Ditmasville
The night is quiet on this hill
The porches and the gardens make us stay
Where simple is but simple goes away
She hears her neighbors yell and scream
She's crying tears and thinks she芒聙聶s seen
Or was it just a killing in her mind
Now heavy is this heavy handed time
They will talk about you
Over breakfast
Talk about you
They will talk about you
In the back yard
Talk about you
The next day facts and fiction blur
Did mrs
White kill him or her
But there's no blood
The cops were never called
Perhaps it was the telly after all
Streets are colored beautiful
If you move here then you're a fool
Cause voices in your head will get you down
And murder
They want murder in this town
They will talk about you
Over breakfast
Talk about you
They will talk about you
In the back yard
Talk about you
They will talk about you
At the market
Talk about you
They will talk about you
In the back yard
Talk about you
They will talk about you
At the market
Repeat