This morning I killed my best friend

I had to pay professionals to do it in the end

Looking at it now, it was a lot of dosh to spend

This morning I killed my best friend.

 

I should have had the guts to see it through

I felt there for a moment that it was the thing to do

But going with the flow I walked along the tunnel view

I should have had the guts to see it through.

 

So should I ask myself, “Am I a man?”

I have to wonder if I missed the detail in the plan

And come to understand the thought of her neck in my hands

So should I ask myself, “Am I a man?”

 

The coup de grace is slowly realised

I see it clearly now, it just took time to crystallise

It was the perfect chance to take her up into the skies

The coup de grace is slowly realised.

 

Goodbye dear friend, goodbye my precious love

Go dancing through the snows, the trees, the mountains high above

Wipe away the memory of the needle and the glove

Goodbye dear friend, goodbye my precious love.

 

Rich Harding 2015