Murderers, the Hope of Women Lyrics

With this knife I cut the cake
Who will be my bride today
Sweet f**** Adams
Watch her climb the step ladder
A present from her stepfather
Sweet f**** 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 f**** Adams
Like a puppet on a string
Of oestrogen and progesterone
Sweet f**** 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 f**** Adams
But I poisoned you with every kiss
Smothered you with domestic bliss
Sweet f**** 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