Buzzcocks

Unthinkable

Oh, oh, oh, oh, it's unthinkable

Last night I dreamed that I took your life

We cut it up together with a sharpened knife

Then next night I found a dead horse in your bed

And when I rolled over it was you instead

Oh, oh, oh, oh, it's unthinkable

Every time you lied, you actually died

Shot in the head, in a cupboard and fried

The next day I came, I was in a frame

Hannibal the Cannibal all over again

Oh, oh, oh, oh, it's unthinkable

And the wind blows, dreams of my rose

Oh, oh, oh, oh, it's unthinkable

Oh, oh, oh, it's unthinkable

Oh, oh, oh, (did you do it or did you see), it's unthinkable