Under The Moor

To your eye oh they may seem A normal woman and man Yet beside their German wine Concocted a hell of a plan Lover's looks and porno-scenes Nazi war atrocities I can't get your face out of my mind She bleached her hair oh Aryan With lipstick crimson thick He tore the wings from insects And pushed back his hair so slick Practicing photography Nietzschean philosophy I can't get your face out of my mind And so began The perfect murder plan To lure a child Who's ripe for murdering Tossed in the van and gone forevermore Just don't go looking under the moor The rest they say is history No easy tale to tell Who could know what happened That made them feel so compelled To carry on with this depravity That brought the nation to her knees A mother's tears do fall down all the worse We carry on, just as we've always done And all that's left to do is warn the young Now that they're gone, the world can keep on turning Around the little boy still left under the moor Forevermore Forevermore