| Blueprint of a dark sepulchre |
| Bursting from this poisoned mind |
| (Wine, soft music, tasteless powder) |
| Lolling eyes, the naked martyr |
| To the seat his limbs I bind |
| (Spinning wheel and metal shower) |
| Oh, I think it’s so obscene |
| Killing Dave is what I mean |
| Killing Dave! |
| Twist the blade to ruby handle |
| Gently split and part the fig |
| (Beating, beating, horror luscious) |
| Red the wax from dripping candle |
| Black the shadow at the dig |
| (Looting, looting, treasures precious) |
| Oh, I think it’s so obscene |
| Killing Dave is what I mean |
| Killing Dave! |
| Grinning madly, seeing nothing |
| Naked from his plundered suit |
| (Two red slug-lips, rubber keepsakes) |
| From the rowan’s branches hanging |
| Gaudy trinkets, passion fruit |
| (Ripe and dripping, treacle sweet lakes) |
| Oh, I think it’s so obscene |
| Killing Dave is what I mean |
| Killing Dave! |