Unthinkable by Buzzcocks
Oh, oh, oh, oh, it's 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
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
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