Fan Club Lyrics - Singles - Picture House

(Maitland) 

Hey hey, happy man, smiling as he leaves the book store 

Carrying his carrier bags all bulging wide 

Such a lucky man, such a lot to line your shelves with 

Starts to hurry so that he can get 

Inside 

Each book it overflows with violent murder 

That he can read about in bed when he gets home 

It chills him to the bone 

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'cos he loves Jeffrey Dahmer 

And he loves the son of Sam 

And he loves reciting segments 

From 'The Silence Of The Lambs' 

And he worships Charlie Manson 

Wishes he was Eddie Gein 

He's a member of the fan club 

For the criminally insane 

Hey hey, smiling man, smiling, leaves the local art house - 

Just seen 'Henry' for the thousandth time 

Don't walk - he skips along, calls in at the old newsagent 

To see if his magazine's come in on time 

It has a label screaming: ADULTS ONLY 

And lovingly details all the latest gruesome crimes 

He laps up every line 

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Hey hey, happy man, smiling while his aunt & uncle have 

Fun force-feeding him with tea and cakes 

Glibly sipping sits, mind-undressing antique figures 

Briskly stiffens when he hears his aunt y say: 

"well, ain't that awful about that girl being murdered" 

His uncle nods and bellows: "string the bastards up !!" 

Our man just grips his cup 

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