This song is from the point of view of someone interrogating a murderer, and seems to take inspiration from Alfred Hitchcock’s 1960 film Psycho about a man who murders a woman but pretends to have a split personality to escape being charged.
Bring him in now, take a seat now
Let the story go
The killer doesn't like to lose control
Bloody fingers, dirty T-shirt
We got to mend that hole
But he won't talk, he wants to gain control
He sees right through your instincts
He knows you're scared, you're scared out of your mind
Broken and tattered, your lie thrown on a rope
Love you now, just take her home
Forget the past now, it's written on the wall
On her cemetery stone
Shoving faces, dirty places
Where does his mom go?
When he breaks I'll see into his soul
Darkened corners, over borders, coming to and fro
They won't miss the girls from Mexico
He sees right through your instincts
He knows you're scared, you're scared out of your mind
Broken and tattered, your lie thrown on a rope
Love you now, just take her home
Forget the past now, it's written on the wall
On her cemetery stone
At times I see how they're so naked and alone
Lost in thought in a place that I will never fully know
Her final moments they're recorded in a loop
Making sure we remember what have taken her too soon
Bring him in now take a seat now
Let the story go
Bloody fingers, dirty T-shirt
We got to mend that hole
Broken and tattered, your lie thrown on a rope
Love you now, just take her home
Forget the past now, it's written on the wall
On her cemetery stone
Broken and tattered, your lie thrown on a rope
Love you now, just take her home
Forget the past now, it's written on the wall
On her cemetery stone