Richard Speck Lyrics - The Gun Club

In my sleep, 

in my sleep last night 

In my dream, 

in my dream last night 

In the dark, 

in the dark last night 

In the hall, 

walked Richard Speck last night 

[Going back. Going way back. Rewind. Chichichichichichi. Going way back to 1966. 

My mother was talking with her sister about some nurses who were murdered up in 

Seattle late in the night. Her description of these murders was vivid, and she 

accurately identified with the fear that the surviving must have felt, all curled 

up underneath that bed listening to her friends get killed one at a time. Waiting 

for the moment she too would be discovered and disposed of. 

Hence, in my overcrowded childhood mind, these murders played out time and time again 

like a sickly off-Broadway production that keeps getting revived. And so, sometimes in 

my dreams, Richard Speck walks the hall at night.]