Sangtekst: Rik Kaez. Screaming Blue Murder.

I'm screaming blue murder
Walking down the road
Everyone their curse
Everyone their load
I know all these troubles
May be meaningless
But that's not a thought
That would help things the best
How I hate to hear those singers sing
About moonbeams through their windowpane
Shadowed women dancing round his candle flame
While thinking of you
Thinking of you

I'm screaming blue murder
Thinking of you
What is it that is on your mind
That you wish me to do?
Don't try to convince me
How you would contribute
To a life where we could rest assure
Like most folks do
How I hate to hear those folks say
You can't runaway from nature's way
Well, intercourse is nice of course
But all that follows could be worse
Could be worse

I'm so happy that I can't stop crying
I'm laughing out my tears

I'm screaming blue murder
At the superstars
That shine so bold all decked with gold
And filthy grimace
Their new car
Might take them very far
But money could never be
A substitute for charisma
All the kids put to the test
If they don't obey what fashion says
Their self esteem will be in a mess
T.v is their church mass
The church mass

I'm screaming blue murder
At the church mass
When the preacher don't tell the people
What a killer God was
God must be dead
Because many actors play his part
They should have a golden calf
On behalf of a sarcastic laugh
How I hate the dogma
If you're not washed in the blood
They'll be forcing Gods down your throat
I say: "Then God is as the Goat!"
"God is the Goat!"

I'm so happy that I can't stop crying
I'm laughing out my tears

(chorus by Sting)