Death is a Star

And I was gripped by that deadly phantom
I followed him through hard jungles
As he stalked through the back lots
Strangling through the night shadesOh, the thief of life
Moved onwards and outwards to loveIn a one-stop only motel
A storm bangs on the cheapest room
The phantom slips in to spill blood
Even on the sweetest honeymoonThe killer of love
Caught the last, late Niagara busBy chance or escaping from misery
By suddenness or in answer to pain
Smoking in the dark cinema
See the bad go down againAnd the clouds are high in Spanish mountains
And a Ford roars through the night full of rainThe killer's blood flows
But he loads his gun againCan make a grown man cry like a girl
To see the guns dying at sunsetIn vain, lovers claimed
That they never had metSmoking in the dark cinema
See the bad go down again