Death At One's Elbow in The Smiths

Oh, Glenn
Don't come to the house tonight
Oh, Glenn
Oh, Glenn
Don't come to the house tonight
Oh, Glenn
Because there's somebody here
Who really really loves you
Oh, Glenn

Stay home
Be bored
(It's crap, I know)
Tonight

Oh, Glenn
Oh, Glenn
Don't come to the house tonight
Oh, Glenn
Oh, Glenn
Don't come to the house tonight
Because there's somebody here
Who'll take a hatchet to your ear
The frustration it renders me
Hateful, Glenn

Oh, don't come to the house tonight
Oh, don't come to the house tonight

Because you'll slip on the trail
Of my bespattered remains

That's why, that's why
Goodbye, my love, goodbye, my love
Goodbye, my love, goodbye, my love
Goodbye, my love, goodbye, my love