Suffer Little Children - The Smiths

Oh Manchester, so much to answer for.

Dig a shallow grave

You might sleep BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM !"

Dig a shallow grave

Fresh lilaced moorland fields

Over the moors, I'm on the moor

Cannot hide the stolid stench of death

We will haunt you when you laugh

Edward, see those alluring lights ?

BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM !

Oh, find me, find me !

We may be dead and we may be gone

Lesley-Anne, with your pretty white beads

Tonight will be your very last night

And you'll never see your home again

Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, and says :

"Oh, wherever he has gone, I have gone"

But fresh lilaced moorland fields

Cannot hide the stolid stench of death

Hindley wakes and says :

Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, and says :

"Oh, whatever he has done, I have done"

But this is no easy ride

For a child cries :

"Oh, find me...find me, nothing more