Disturbing tale of the macabre, this song explores the perspective of an acolyte of terror. In this case a Mr. John Christie. Not recommended to play this song late at night when you are home alone.
lyrics
The walls have ears and arms and legs
Oddly so does the floor
Bleached bones hold up the fence
And the baby upstairs
Doesn't cry anymore
A handy sock, a nearby tie
Some gas from the fireplace
Draped in dreary papered walls
Where he know that you'll be safe
Down in in Rillington Place
I don't feel so strange myself
Love and death share one embrace
All his children play their role
I spill warm blood to cleanse my soul
A gaslit street, a spreading pool
A shadow in the rain
Footfalls echo fading heartbeats
Alleys branch and twist like veins
I don't feel so strange myself
Talking with the headless face
Although it screams, no words escape
'Cuz nothing leaves
From Rillington Place
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