21 Market Street

Another stone in the field, your name it was signed long before — to me —
like a writing on the wall.
The traveller´s donation now to be spend:
Your fee´s to give rush to the ferryman.
Better kill Miss Marple first.
I got a 1st class ticket, one-way to cemetery lane.
And I could could not resist — and I didn´t want to resist.
Yes, I could not resist anymore.
21 Market Street is a good place to die
You sought for cure unaware. Your eyes rested upon my face — a glimpse —
Was the moment that I knew.
A deed! It´s pure obedience, I am sent!
Determined servant, the ferryman.
Better kill Miss Marple first.
I got a 1st class ticket, one-way to cemetery lane.
And I could not resist — and I didn´t want to resist.
Yes, I could not resist anymore.
21 Market Street is a good place to die
The deed this far, finally. Your soul transmissed, a mortal frame you left.
And all your dreams will burn to ashes.
Despite the needle as a curse, hungry curiosity is worse.
Better kill Miss Marple first.
I got a 1st class ticket, one-way to cemetery lane.
And I could not resist — and I didn´t want to resist.
Yes, I could not resist anymore.
(Dank an Guido Stöcker für den Text)