Death On The Stairs

From way far across the sea Came an Eritrean maiden she Had a one-track mind and eyes for me Half blinded in a war With a pale, young Anglican Who said he'd help her all he can Showed her Jesus and his little unholy friend She had no notion to please him Just say 'ta-ra' and leave him behind A little boy in a stairwell who Says 'I hate people like you' I got matchsticks and cable TV Half of less than 50P We all clambered over the balcony Banging on the window, waking Steve Bringing with the true love his unholy friend Singing, 'If you really need it You just won't leave it behind' So baby please kill me Oh baby don't kill me But don't bring that ghost 'round to my door I don't want to see him anymore Please kill me Oh baby don't kill me Just don't bang on about yesterday You know I wouldn't know about that anyway Monkey asked to the mouse before If she loved anybody more than he Turns you into stone Now I'm reversing down the lonely street Cheap hotel where I can meet the past Play it off and keep it sweet It's sweet and it's nothing, no It's just like nothing at all And I've seen you there How could help but stare? It rips the heart out of your baby Taken too far too much to see or think or touch what's real Stranded on this street that paved my only way home If you really need it all You just won't leave it behind Oh please kill me Oh no don't kill me Don't bring that ghost 'round to my door I don't want to see him anymore Please kill me Oh no don't kill me Don't go on about yesterday You know I wouldn't know about that anyway He got nothing, he got nothing at all