Sitting at my table, having some tea

Chatting with a bloke who's dead from strangling

I'm a lonely man in need of company

I only have to kill men to make them stay with me



You're dying to be with me

Now you'll have a cup of tea with me

You're dying to be with me

We will have a chat and some tea

You and me



I love to be with you, but you're now decomposing

The bloody smell so putrid

We must soon part company

A fire in my backyard should work sufficiently

My toilet also used to flush away dead men rotting