Needed a new motor, the old one was dead
Contacted Dodgy Trevor down the East End
Fifty notes and I'll clean off the blood
Just ignore the bullet holes and all the rust
Severed head in the boot
No idea what I'm gonna do
Prima facie evidence
Of a crime I didn't commit
I drove it away and stopped in East Ham
I could hear something rattling around in the back
I unlocked the boot and it was a severed head
Didn't know whose it was but I knew he was dead
Can't take it to the cops, Trev'll think I'm a grass
He'll pretend not to know me if I try to take it back
If I get pulled over I'll be on a murder charge
I'm gonna be stuck with it for evermore
Have to give it a burial late at night
Need a priest to give it last rites
Tooting Common will be its burial field
I'll pay some kids to torch the wheels
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