I’m the boy who pulls the wings off ants
The cat who gets the can of cream
I built my home out of shapeless bones and brains
And all the loose ends whip my face
‘Cause my hair is made of rope and straw
I grind my teeth ’til the gums turn red and raw
Won’t you let me destroy your dreams
Like a surreal killer
It’s dark outside
Won’t you let me in?
Don’t you think I fit the picture
Like a real sweet killer
I’ve got the stamina, I commit the sin
I’m the boy you cross the street to avoid
But can’t you see I’m mostly misunderstood
And the hood of my jacket conceals a mind that’s far from good
Oh I’m a tick-tockin’ bomb on a string
With a finger that twitches from nerves
Such a losing streak that gets much more than he deserves
Won’t you let me destroy your dreams
Like a surreal killer
It’s dark outside
Won’t you let me in?
Don’t you think I fit the picture
Like a real sweet killer
I’ve got the stamina, I commit the sin
Oh I’m the boy you hope will always lose
Disintegrate like a cremated corpse
Oh, I’m so friendly I could make a dumb man talk
Ooh, there’s a wan sense of tragedy
In a comedic way I want to be saved
Just like the magpie who steals all the eggs just to feel the pain
Won’t you let me destroy your dreams
Like a surreal killer
It’s dark outside
Won’t you let me in?
Don’t you think I fit the picture
Like a real sweet killer
I’ve got the stamina, I commit the sin
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Ed Harcourt Lyrics – Surreal Killer