Song: The New Assassin - John Cooper Clarke

skip the roadblock here she comes
get a load of the pretty blue gun
any slick trick under the sun
she’ll do it if it isn’t done
she made arrangements she couldn’t come
she dresses like a secretary and lives like a nun
your crime is the radiant passion
it’s time for the new assassin

cool killer top of the class
the other side of the shatterproof gl*ss
works as fast as the cameras flash
with the cyanide cigarettes and the cs gas
it’s her job – doesn’t bat an eyelash
she’s working for the perishing m*ss
the breadline’s back in fashion
it’s time for the new assassin

a melody played on a hand grenade
from the rifle range in the green arcade
as the rain fell down on the big parade
messed up the motorcade
mucked up the masquerade
secret weapons become displayed
in the hands of half a dozen aides
just four men and a couple of gay blades
shantung suits and shatterproof shades
shoot up anybody who happens to be passing
everybody but the new assassin

one link in the human chain
in the city where it always rains
no profit or personal gain
are the silent rules in a lonesome game
one face in a purple frame
a black border round the name
chalk marks around a blood stain
thin blue line red light flashing
it’s time for the new assassin
what time did you see it happen
it’s time for the new assassin