Goor Morning to younI want you to hearnThe likely true story of Harold ShipmannnYou'll wake in the nightnYou'll be shaking with frightnBut for God's sakes don't fall for a media demonnnSome people will sighnWhen they're waiting to dienWon't you please speed it upnAs i'm starting to crynnThere's one thing he ain'tnAnd thats saviour or saintnBut a pleading complaintnDidn't pass him bynnMost people I knownAre not black and not whitenBut a blend of all colours of darkness and lightnnA caricature isn't fair, isn't truenAny real human being is part me and part younnPolice will inflate as the law says its finenTo accommodate tabloid with a solid headlinenBut a real psycho monster whose killing for a famenWould leave notes for a claim to establish his namennGoor Morning to younI want you to hearnThe likely true story of Harold ShipmannnYou'll wake in the nightnYou'll be shaking with frightnBut for God's sakes don't fall for a media demonnnFor God's sakes don't fall for a media demonnnThat's the likely true story of Harold Shipman