In a one–stop only motel
A storm bangs on the cheapest room .
The phantom slips in to spill blood,
Even on the sweetest honeymoon .
The killer of love
Caught the last, late Niagara bus .

By chance or escaping from misery,
By suddenness or in answer to pain,
Smoking in the dark cinema—
See the bad go down again .

And the clouds are high in Spanish mountains ;
And a Ford roars through the night full of rain .
The killer’s blood flows,
But he loads his gun again .
Can make a grown man cry like a girl
To see the guns dying at sunset .

In vain, lovers claimed
That they never had met .
Smoking in the dark cinema,
See the bad go down again .