I really tried. I went into the police station and confessed to murdering seven protitutes. (Well, they looked like prostitutes to me: these days with their short skirts and make-up, you can’t really tell.)
But the police threw me out – threatened to charge me with wasting police time. Same thing at the GP’s surgery: nobody believed me, I got barred.
I was cornered. I’d to prove I was a killer again. That’s where you come in, I’m afraid – sorry. You’ve probably guessed what the knife’s for; I’ll make it quick.
All because no one listened. I’m so sorry for you.
But the police threw me out – threatened to charge me with wasting police time. Same thing at the GP’s surgery: nobody believed me, I got barred.
I was cornered. I’d to prove I was a killer again. That’s where you come in, I’m afraid – sorry. You’ve probably guessed what the knife’s for; I’ll make it quick.
All because no one listened. I’m so sorry for you.
