Don't Call Me Mark Chapman - Julian Cope

No shit, Sherlock

The gun is loaded + primed

No shit, Sherlock

I’ve had enough of your lies

I spent enough time

Without making a blunder

And I’ll do it again 'till she dies

No shit, Sherlock

It’s all going off in his hands

A deadly assassin, yeah

What will his money buy now?

Don’t call me Mark Chapman

'Cause they deserve each other

And I’ll do it again 'till she dies

(Spoken)

All night Barry Manilow playing loud over the speaker system

Just trying to drive the fucker out

A waste of time — a man committed a mind resolved

All night Barry Manilow — Mandy… Copa Cobana

Just trying to drive the fucker out…

And as the sun does rise and Will Every morning, so this morning does this man

Know that he must leave this festered Ratmosphere

He does not look back a the 2 bodies, no

There is grace where before there was only malignant anger

And there is dignity in his New Up-right Stride…

And with longing in his Longitude

And with attitude in his Latitude, the once little man leaves the chrome condo

Carbuncle + faces up to the arresting officer

Does Not Swerve in his arrival though 130 police automatics point directly at h

Is head…

And with a tacky sense of humour

But with a True sense of the Moment, says;

«Don't call me Mark Chapman… 'cause they deserve each other

Don’t call me Sirhan Sirhan… 'cause they ain’t Duran Duran

And I’ll do it again 'till she dies