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- (GROANING) - What's wrong?

I'm burning... I'm b...

- Martin! - I must... I must...

- (GROANING) - Stay here. I'll get help.

(COUGHING)

(GROANING)

(THUNDERCLAP)

(SCREAMING)

(GROWLING)

(SCREAMING)

Good opening.

Shut up, Simon.

We must be careful. He could be hiding anywhere.

He's coming!

(LIGHTER CLICKING)

Run!

(GROWLING)

(SQUEALING)

(ROARING)

Coffee, Nikki.

Yes, Mr King.

You were great.

Gimme the tape.

You do know what kind of audience this film is aimed at?

I think so.

Tell him, Simon.

The curry brigade?

That's right. A takeaway curry after the pub.

Yeah. Four pints of beer, a chicken madras,

and a horror video.

Exactly. Blood and tits.

A few scares, a few thrills,

nothing too demanding.

But I did everything you wanted.

KING: This wouldn't frighten a four-year-old.

It doesn't work. It's rubbish.

There won't be a "next time".

You had a golden opportunity, and you blew it.

You'll never work for me again. I'll make sure of that.

If I were you, I'd get a proper job.

You're finished in the film industry.

How do you know it won't sell?

I've put everything into that film.

You just can't write it off!

KING: Bloodstream stinks.

I'm not wasting money promoting it.

ALISTAIR: But what about my share of the profits?

I've lived on peanuts for three months.

What am I gonna do for money?

KING: That's your problem. You've wasted plenty of mine.

ALISTAIR: I can sue you. I've got the contract.

You won't get away with this.

- KING: Have you read your contract? - ALISTAIR: Of course.

- KING: Do you have your copy? - ALISTAIR: Yes.

KING: Give it to me.

You really should read the small print, you know,

before you sign anything.

Yes...

Clause 27 states,

"If, at any time, I am not satisfied

"with the progress of the production,

"I am entitled to amend our agreement,

"or render this contract null and void."

That's just what I'm doing.

This is now worthless.

No! You bastard!

I've worked my guts out for you!

Bloodstream's a bloody good film!

Get him out of here!

ALISTAIR: Don't! You can't do this!

No! You lying bastard!

I did everything you wanted!

You can't do this!

No! You lying bastard!

(ENGINE STARTING)

KING: Do you know, he's right.

He's made a bloody good film.

It could make a fortune.

You really are a bastard.

(FUNKY FILM SCORE PLAYING)

KING: Doesn't work. It's rubbish.

SIMON: Yeah. Better luck next time.

KING: There won't be a "next time".

You had a golden opportunity, and you blew it.

You'll never work for me again. I'll make sure of that.

If I were you, I'd get a proper job.

You're finished in the film industry.

We've got to get to the generator before they do!

WOMAN: But they're everywhere!

(GUTTURAL GRUNTING)

- Make a run for it! - No, I can't leave you!

Go on, run!

(SOBBING)

(GRUNTING)

(GROANING)

(YELPING)

KING: "...Yours, et cetera, et cetera."

This is for Arthur Freeman in New York.

Er...

"As you are no doubt aware, the US distribution rights

"on The Lust Machine expire next month.

"Considering the enormous success of this film,

"I feel sure you'll be interested in handling my new production,

"Bloodstream.

"I have enclosed a trailer cassette

"for you to view prior to your visit to England next month

"for the European Video Convention."

(SNIFFING)

"When you arrive, please telephone my office

"to arrange a meeting to discuss the financial arrangements."

Oh, and Nikki,

switch this video off. It's rubbish.

Send it back, or just throw it away.

(BROODING ELECTRONIC SCORE PLAYING)

(GASPING)

That's not funny, David!

Do you hear that?

- Must be the bogeyman! - Oh, grow up!

Becky!

Ow! Shit!

(SCREAMING)

(KILLER LAUGHING)

(INAUDIBLE)

(PERCUSSIVE SCORE PLAYING)

KING: Bloodstream stinks.

I'm not wasting money promoting it.

ALISTAIR: But what about my share of the profits?

I've lived on peanuts for three months!

What am I going to do for money?

KING: That's your problem. You've wasted plenty of mine.

(PERCUSSIVE SCORE INTENSIFIES)

(GRUNTING)

- (CRUNCHING) - (SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

Jerry, I don't want excuses.

I've got contacts in every English-speaking market

ready to buy Bloodstream.

I'm in business to make money. I'm not running a charity here.

That's a lot of cash.

If you can't get the prints ready in time,

I'll just have to use another lab. It's as simple as that.

Okay.

But that doesn't mean next week.

I want them tomorrow. Okay?

Do you find me ugly?

Then look again.

I'll come a little closer.

You think I'm repulsive, don't you?

Ah, you're the same as all the rest.

Shall I cut this off?

So that you can kiss me?

(LAUGHING)

'Cause that is exactly what you want, isn't it?

(LAUGHING)

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

If you send me outside, you know what they'll do!

They'll skin me alive! They'll feed me to the dogs!

Kill me! Now! Please!

(GASPING)

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello.

Oh, hello. Is that Alistair Bailey?

Hello, it's Nikki here. William King's secretary.

Yes?

I have some information which I'm sure will interest you.

About Bloodstream.

I can help you, Alistair.

How?

Do you know the bar on the corner of Connaught Road?

I'll go there straight from the office.

I'll expect you to be waiting for me.

Do you want another?

- Er... - It's all right. I'll get them.

I know you haven't got any money.

Not yet, anyway.

A pint of best and a gin and tonic, please.

Now you know the truth, I'm sure I can help you.

Well, what can we do?

I'm not sure yet,

but I'll keep in contact.

I know I can help you get your revenge.

I've watched William King

manipulate and humiliate too many people.

One eighty-three, please.

Thank you.

It's time somebody played him at his own game.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Arthur Freeman for you on your private line.

Okay, you're through.

KING: Look, you're gonna double your money within two months.

You know I'm right.

Besides having a commercial movie, you've got a great poster design.

The Bloodstream campaign proves it works.

Over twelve thousand tapes were sold in Canada alone,

the movie's an established hit in Europe as well,

so why are we haggling over a price?

MOB: Burn! Burn!

Burn the witch! Burn the witch!

- Burn the witch! - (WOMAN SCREAMING)

I'm not a witch! Let me go!

Burn the witch! Burn the witch!

Burn the witch! Burn the witch!

(WOMAN SHRIEKING)

Help me!

Curse you! Curse you all!

I'll be back!

Burn the witch! Burn the witch!

Burn the witch! Burn the witch!

Burn the witch! Burn the witch!

Burn the witch! Burn the witch!

Burn the witch!

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

Burn him! Burn him!

(CHANTING CONTINUES)

(SCREAMING)

It's all right.

You were dreaming.

They were burning me.

King was there, and his wife.

They were all there.

It was just a bad dream.

They wanted me to die.

Don't let him get to you.

I'll put a tape on.

I thought Bloodstream was gonna be my big break.

After film school, I drifted from job to job for twelve years,

then along came Bill King, and offered me

the opportunity of a lifetime.

I hate the bastard.

Just be patient.

You know they say "revenge is sweet"?

You smoke too much.

Let's go to bed.

Is Simon in?

I think he's downstairs.

Come on. I've got some dictation for you.

Have you got the contracts for Paths to Hell yet?

It hasn't been drawn up.

For Christ's sake, I should have had them yesterday.

Get off your arse, and go and get them, Simon.

If they're still not ready,

breathe down Sidney's neck until they are.

And don't sod about talking. Come straight back.

I wanna see that artwork you've been farting round with.

(INAUDIBLE)

NIKKI: I can help you, Alistair.

It's time somebody played him at his own game.

These should keep you going for a day or two.

ALISTAIR: Great!

Thanks.

But first, you should watch this.

Go on. Put it on.

I've been doing a little research.

Miss Judy Brooks,

your favourite actress.

I hate the bitch.

NIKKI: Don't we all.

(WHIRRING)

Judy Brooks isn't her real name.

Before King got hold of her, she was Linda Rawlins.

A girl with little talent, who just moved in the right circles.

She was basically a high-class whore,

who happened to fall into King's greasy hands.

Sleeping with the producer definitely helped her career.

(PORTENTOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

- Who are you? - Ludmilla.

What are you doing?

Such warm flesh...

Such an elegant neck...

COUNT: Ludmilla!

Moran, you promised!

(GROANING)

COUNT: Ludmilla.

I can give you eternal life.

- (COUNT HISSING) - No! You'd send me to hell!

(COUNT HISSING)

KING: Blood and tits.

A few scares, a few thrills,

nothing too demanding.

(SCREAMING)

Greg Herman. How do you get on with him?

I didn't.

God knows how he made it as an actor.

His real name's Kevin Bilton.

He started in porno rubbish like this.

King put him under contract,

gave him acting and elocution lessons.

Neither worked,

but that really doesn't matter in a King production,

as long as he does what he's told and struts a lot.

Then, there's Simon.

We both know what a little shit he is.

Being King's brother-in-law has given him illusions of grandeur.

Together with his more than healthy interest in the female anatomy,

he's not a very pleasant person to work with.

And, just like the others, he's literally owned by the man.

His job, his car, even his house.

They're all supplied by William King.

I can't find out much about his wife, Sally.

She used to be a model,

but gave up her career to dedicate herself to King.

Their daughter, Lisa, was nineteen last month.

A Taurean, like you.

She's following in her mother's footsteps.

Helped, of course, by Daddy's contacts.

Her modelling career, her new flat,

both made possible by William King.

A man who seems to gain enormous pleasure

from controlling other people's lives.

You've been busy.

Now I know about them,

what about you?

I know nothing about you.

What do you wanna know, then?

Anything.

Where you live,

why you like me.

There's nothing to tell.

I'm just an ordinary girl.

But I do love you.

I've labelled all the keys.

We now have access to all his properties.

- ALISTAIR: What next? - Is the camera gear ready?

ALISTAIR: It will be. Don't worry.

(SCREAMING)

ALISTAIR: You bastard! I've worked my guts out for you!

Bloodstream's a bloody good film!

NIKKI: Alistair?

Come here. I want to see if this fits.

Good, eh? You didn't know I could sew.

Perfect. Look.

The Angel of Death.

How much longer?

We'll just have to wait for the right moment now.

Oh, Alistair...

(PHONE RINGING)

King International.

Yes, he is. Hold on, please.

Judy Brooks for you, on your private line.

You're through.

When?

Next weekend?

I told Sally I'd be away at a video convention.

Well, we have to be careful. Don't you have a housekeeper?

Just a woman who comes in to clean on Mondays and Thursdays.

I'll bring the food.

And I'll supply the champagne.

Are you sure Sally won't be suspicious?

Why should she? We'll go in separate cars.

Who's gonna follow us, anyway?

I have to be back by Sunday afternoon.

I've got an early morning call on Monday,

and you know what this new director's like.

I won't get my lines until Friday.

Learn them at the cottage.

Oh, no! We'll have better things to do than that.

Well, I've already told Sally I'll be back late Sunday.

Take a script to read.

You'll be alone, for a change.

And it sounds like I'll need a rest before I drive home.

(CHUCKLING) Maybe.

KING: Well, I don't intend playing Scrabble.

JUDY: I can't wait.

See you on Friday, darling.

MAN: You haven't lived until you've tasted human flesh.

When you think of all the worthless people in the world,

wouldn't it be sensible for them to provide protein

for the worthwhile people like myself?

Join me for dinner.

Or, tomorrow, you'll be the dinner.

Like it?

What is it? I mean, what part of the body?

Rump.

My dear, you're eating your husband's arse.

(WOMAN RETCHING)

What crap!

(LOUNGE MUSIC PLAYING)

Why did I have to meet you here?

To celebrate.

- When? - Soon.

This weekend.

Sooner than we'd hoped.

And an ideal opportunity.

What are you looking at?

Just faces.

People's faces.

I won't come back to your flat tonight.

Not till after the weekend, in fact.

I'll phone you with the final details.

Now, what do you want to eat?

It's my treat.

Drink your wine.

Cheers.

KING: Look, I... I can't hang around for a decision.

No, I'm leaving the office in a moment.

You're holding me up.

No, not this weekend.

I'm sick of your excuses.

No. No, I've told you. I'm leaving the office.

I've more important things to do than see you.

You're on your own, son.

I can't help. It's your problem.

Piss off!

Okay, okay, I'm sorry.

We'll sort it out next week.

(SIGHING) I'm off.

I'll be late in on Monday, okay?

Yes, Mr King.

If my wife phones, Nikki, I've left for the video convention.

Okay.

(UPBEAT POP MUSIC PLAYING)

(PHONE RINGING)

(PHONE RINGING)

MAN: Hello? Lisa!

Hello?

Who?

Oh, yeah.

I'm sorry to phone you during a session,

but your father asked me to ring you.

It's rather urgent.

- Why, what's wrong? - I'm sorry, I don't know.

He just asked me to arrange for him

to call at your flat tomorrow morning.

Hold on. I'll check my diary.

What time?

Okay. Ten-thirty.

Bye.

Hello?

Yeah, he is. Greg!

Hello?

Hello, Nikki.

Tonight?

Well, I was going out.

Important, is it?

Yeah. Well, he is the boss.

I'll be in.

Oh, that's all right. Cheers.

KING: Clause 27 states,

If, at any time, I am not satisfied with the progress of the production,

"I am entitled to amend our agreement,

"or render this contract null and void."

You're working late, Nikki. Not feeling well?

No, I'm fine.

- Gonna be much longer? - Just half an hour or so.

Well, if you take my keys, you can lock up.

Aren't you working this weekend?

Ooh, no. While the cat's away!

Won't be needing the keys.

Doing anything exciting?

Not really, no. Going over to my sister's.

Gotta get on. See you Monday.

Bright and early!

(FAST-PACED ELECTRO-POP PLAYING)

It's only me.

I know. I know!

(EXHALING)

No, I'm working out. That's why I'm breathing hard.

No, you'll have to go on your own.

I'm sorry, but Bill King's calling round.

(PUNK SONG PLAYING)

I didn't know till this afternoon.

Well, it's not my fault, is it?

God knows.

Well, if you're gonna act like that, I dunno when I'm gonna see ya.

SINGER: ♪ Your tears are wetting my shirt

♪ Ha ha-ha-ha! Someone's broken your heart

♪ Ha ha-ha-ha! Something's rotten from the start

♪ Ha ha-ha-ha!

♪ Whoever said the job would be

♪ A comfort for the pain

♪ No-one ever said out loud

♪ It could ever happen again

♪ You look so wretched now

♪ The drink won't cure no ill

♪ If you really want my advice

♪ I'm here to help you still

♪ Ha ha-ha-ha! Someone's stolen your song

♪ Ha ha-ha-ha! And it's coming out all wrong

♪ Ha ha-ha-ha! You're not feeling so cold

♪ Ha ha-ha-ha! Another sign you're getting too old

♪ Ha ha-ha-ha!

♪ You've burnt your fingers

♪ And now it hurts your brain

♪ No-one ever gave you a street guide

♪ To get you down Lovers' Lane

♪ You talk of suicide

♪ Well, that's the final cure

♪ But can you ever stand back

♪ Take stock, and really be sure?

♪ Ha ha-ha-ha! You've been fed in the head

♪ Ha ha-ha-ha! Just enough to go to bed

♪ Ha ha-ha-ha! It's better than feeling dead

♪ Ha ha-ha-ha! Forget your mind is underfed

♪ Ha ha-ha-ha! ♪

- (METAL CLINKING) - ♪ You've burnt your fingers

♪ And now it hurts your brain

♪ No-one ever gave you a street guide ♪ - (TURNING UP VOLUME)

♪ To get you down Lovers' Lane

♪ You look so wretched now

♪ The drink won't cure no ill ♪

Jesus Christ!

(YELLING)

(GURGLING)

♪ Ha ha-ha-ha!

♪ Ha ha-ha-ha!

♪ Ha ha-ha ha-ha-ha! ♪

(SINGER CACKLING)

(MUSIC STOPS)

(FAKE AMERICAN ACCENT) It's too quiet. Wait here.

(HEAVY METAL ON SOUNDTRACK)

(BIKE ENGINE REVVING)

(WHIP CRACKING)

You're dead, bitch!

Can you only fight women, Hagen?

You're mine, Strike.

I'll rip your throat out.

No weapons.

A fair fight.

Yeah!

(GRUNTING)

(GROANING)

(GUNSHOT)

(WOMAN GROANING)

(YELLING)

(GRUNTING)

(GROANING)

(SCREAMING)

(BROODING SYNTH SCORE)

Full strike!

(PHONE RINGING)

- Yeah? - Nikki, can I see you?

What are you talking about?

Come here, now.

It's nearly two!

- What's gone wrong? - Nothing.

I've killed him. I don't like being on my own.

I'm frightened.

No, Alistair. I mustn't see you yet.

I can't sleep. I need you here.

Just think of what that pig's done to you.

Yes. When will I see you?

Tuesday, Wednesday.

Whenever it's safe to meet.

Now, try to relax.

Yes.

Good night, Alistair.

Good night.

Come on, you've gotta get out. My dad's coming soon.

Oh, God.

Hurry up. He'll kill me if he catches you here.

Well, give me a chance to get my clothes on, for Christ's sake.

Hurry up!

MAN: All right!

I'll phone you.

(FRONT DOOR CLOSING)

Jesus!

(SUDDEN THRASHING)

Why don't you take Cleo for a walk?

You trying to get rid of me?

No, but you don't have to protect me.

I'm quite used to Bill being away at the weekends.

Anyway, you're looking a bit pale. You need some fresh air.

I heard your lover's calling round.

No! Oh, go and cut some firewood!

Take Cleo with you.

I'm not taking her. She gets in the way.

I'll leave her to protect you.

(BIRDS SINGING)

(WHIRRING)

(CHAINSAW STOPPING)

Cleo!

Cleo!

Come here, ya stupid mutt!

(GUNSHOT)

Go on, Cleo! Go and fetch Simon!

Go and find Simon! Go on!

(CAMERA WHIRRING)

(SIMON GROANING)

No! No!

(SCREAMING)

(WHIRRING)

(BARKING)

(GROWLING)

(CLEO YELPING)

(BARKING)

(GROWLING)

(BARKING)

Simon?

Cleo?

Simon?

Simon?

Simon, what are you playing at?

(WHIRRING)

(SCREAMING)

(MOANING)

(SCREAMING)

Burn him! Burn him!

Burn him! Burn him!

(GROWLING)

(EXHALING)

Can you hear me?

Yes.

What is your name?

Teresa.

How old are you, Teresa?

Nine...

...teen! (GROWLING)

Leave her!

(HIGHER-PITCHED VOICE) Help me...

Your name is Teresa!

You are nineteen!

(LOWER-PITCHED VOICE) No!

(GROWLING)

(POSSESSED VOICE) You cannot destroy me!

You do not have the power!

(GROWLING)

(CACKLING)

Leave this child!

Take me, if you must,

but leave this child in peace!

(SCREAMING)

(DEMONIC LAUGHING)

KING: A takeaway curry after the pub.

SIMON: Yeah. Four pints of beer, a chicken madras, and a horror video.

KING: Exactly. Blood and tits.

A few scares, a few thrills,

nothing too demanding.

(GASPING)

Police. Quickly!

(MUFFLED CRIES)

No!

No!

Ow! Ow! Oh!

Help! Leave me alone! Help!

(SHRIEKING) No!

No!

No! Nooooo!

No! Get off me!

Get off me! No!

(GROANING)

Where are you going?!

What the hell are you doing?!

(GROANING)

What are you gonna do?

I'll scream the place down!

It's you, Alistair! Why...

(MUFFLED CRIES)

(MUFFLED SCREAMING CONTINUES)

(CAMERA WHIRRING)

(FRANTIC GASPING)

(GURGLING)

ALISTAIR: I hate the sound of your voice.

(SPOOL RATTLING)

ALISTAIR: You wanted a horror movie, King.

Well, I've made the best horror movie

you'll ever see. Watch the screen.

This is real horror. Nothing's faked.

I didn't have to worry about censorship,

so I could do anything I liked.

Look at the screen. Don't miss my finest work.

You told me I'd never make a good film.

Greg's last performance was definitely his best.

Very convincing. Sit down, King.

I don't want you to miss anything.

Your daughter died beautifully.

Such a pretty girl. She could have gone far,

if only she'd lived a little longer.

Don't leave. The best is yet to come.

Simon's murder was particularly nasty,

befitting one of the cheap videos you've made so much money from.

I think you'll appreciate the tastelessness of this scene.

It's such a shame your late wife couldn't watch this with you.

Or indeed your faithful dog, to curl up by your feet.

I thought I might be going too far, killing the dog,

but I just couldn't resist the visual effect.

Judy proved a difficult subject.

But I silenced her forever.

I'm sure you'll agree that that was a superb display of screen violence.

But the show's over now, King.

You're not going anywhere.

You're finished.

You'll never cheat anyone again.

KING: My God, you're insane!

- I can hel... - Shut up!

It's too late to say anything now.

You're the one I really want to kill.

Sit down!

I'll give you anything you want.

Money, anything!

Alistair, I'm sor...

(GUNSHOT)

(PROJECTOR WHIRRING)

(WHIRRING STOPS)

(GROANING)

It's starting! Remember, whatever happens,

you must do as I told you.

It's the only way you can help me now.

Yes, Carl.

(GROANING) Get away from me!

(CARL CONTINUES GROANING)

(GROWLING)

(HOWLING)

(GUNSHOT)

"Wouldn't frighten a four-year-old."

MAN ON TV: ...mutilated bodies.

After the massacre, he shot himself with his own revolver.

No-one can be certain of his motives.

It appears, after leaving his office early Friday afternoon,

William King systematically called on those closest to him.

The police have not yet released details of their murders,

other than they were all of an extremely sadistic and violent nature.

We have with us in the studio today Dr Roland Cleave,

who is researching the effect of media violence on society.

Dr Cleave, why would a successful businessman,

who has made a fortune from distributing films

with both violent and pornographic content,

commit such atrocious crimes with no apparent motive?

Well, continual exposure to violence can, in certain cases,

trigger off seemingly pointless acts of aggression.

Often, a person can be quite unaware of this subconscious effect,

and then suddenly turn into...

shall we say, a Mr Hyde character,

built up over the years watching these sick and depraved films.

INTERVIEWER: Surely it could be argued

that violent films could satisfy one's aggressive side?

- It's true that pornography can prevent... - NIKKI: Alistair!

You were brilliant!

MAN ON TELEVISION: Without this outlet...

NIKKI: It worked perfectly.

The police have been at the office all day,

and they don't suspect a thing.

How do you feel?

Good.

And what do you think of your cheque?

What?

Haven't you opened your mail yet?

Look!

What?

It's yours.

I changed the contract. There's no Clause 27.

This is just the start.

With all the publicity Bloodstream's getting,

you're gonna make thousands and thousands.

Alistair, we're gonna be rich.

Why did you do this?

It's all right. Who'll know?

They're all dead.

I've put the new contract in the safe.

It's the perfect plan.

We'll be able to leave this dump.

Why didn't you burn that?

You just wanted the money.

It's our money. We earned it.

You're just as greedy as they were!

You don't think I did it for the good of my health, do you?

- Well, I thought you hated them. - I did!

I thought you wanted them dead.

You fool! You were supposed to destroy this.

If anyone gets hold of this, we're finished.

Leave that alone!

For God's sake, it's over now!

With the money, you could make other films.

- When we're married... - I've made a great film.

Everything in it's real.

Listen to me! Sit down. I'll help you.

You want to burn everything. You want to burn me!

- Like they did! - I don't! I want to help you!

No! You just want to burn me!

I don't! Let me go!

I don't want the money. I don't want anything.

Just let me go!

(SCREAMING)

No! No! No!

Help! Help! Somebody, please!

Help! Help! Somebody, please help!

No, no! Leave me alone!

No! Leave me alone!

Leave me alone!

(SCREAMING)

No! No!

(GASPING)

(APPROACHING SIREN)

(GURGLING)

Cut!

Just wait till I get out of here.

I'm gonna make a bloody marvellous film!

♪ Ha ha-ha-ha! Someone's feelings are hurt

♪ Ha ha-ha-ha! Your tears are wetting my shirt

♪ Ha ha-ha-ha! Someone's broken your heart

♪ Ha ha-ha-ha! Something's rotten from the start

♪ Ha ha-ha-ha!

♪ Whoever said the job would be

♪ A comfort for the pain

♪ No-one ever said out loud

♪ It could ever happen again

♪ You look so wretched now

♪ The drink won't cure no ill

♪ If you really want my advice

♪ I'm here to help you still

♪ Ha ha-ha-ha! Someone's stolen your song

♪ Ha ha-ha-ha! And it's coming out all wrong

♪ Ha ha-ha-ha! You're not feeling so cold

♪ Ha ha-ha-ha! Another sign you're getting too old

♪ Ha ha-ha-ha!

♪ You've burnt your fingers

♪ And now it hurts your brain

♪ No-one ever gave you a street guide

♪ To get you down Lovers' Lane

♪ You talk of suicide

♪ Well, that's the final cure

♪ But can you ever stand back

♪ Take stock, and really be sure? ♪

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