Murderers, The Hope of Women - Momus

With this knife I cut the cake

Who will be my bride today

Sweet Fanny Adams

Watch her climb the step ladder

A present from her stepfather

Sweet Fanny Adams

See her reaching out and stripping down the muslin drapes

A cover for her nakedness, a veil for her face

With curtains for your wedding dress

You must take your place amongst

The Proper Little Madams

And now because I love you

I must take my place too

Amongst the murderers, the hope of women

Death in every new beginning

I must take this woman for my sentence of life

And she must take my knife

I will buy a ring of gold

And you will practise birth control

Sweet Fanny Adams

Like a puppet on a string

Of oestrogen and progesterone

Sweet Fanny Adams

This is where your misery starts

This is where your mystery stops

We’ll rent a television

To replace Pandora’s Box

And I will wear a business face

And you will learn your proper place

From those Proper Little Madams

And in my world of cut and thrust

I will learn that my place, my place must …

Be with the murderers, the hope of women

Death in every new beginning

I must take this woman for my sentence of life

And she must take my knife

In my pipe and slippers

Do I look like Jack The Ripper?

Sweet Fanny Adams

But I poisoned you with every kiss

Smothered you with domestic bliss

Sweet Fanny Adams

Underneath the suntan from the sun lamp that we bought

Your face is paler than the pale face of a corpse

And from the seventh floor of our bungalow

You flung yourself down to where they stood below

Those Proper Little Madams

But in white hair, wrinkles and false teeth

I escaped detection by the police

One of the murderers, the hope of women

Death in every new beginning

I must take this woman for my sentence of life

And she must take my knife