murder in my mind

Bad luck and trouble is your middle name
And I'm not the only one that wants to cause you pain
Now the word is out you should be moving along
If I was you I'd be a long long time gone

I don't believe in fairy tales but I believe it's true
That all your evil dealing's gonna come right back on you
And one day they'll find you hanging from a beam
Or lying in an alley with a knife sticking out of your spleen

I've got love in my heart I don't mean to sound unkind
But I must confess I've got murder in my mind
I've got murder in my mind
Murder in my mind

It's no use pretending that you don't believe in hell
'Cause I'm someone you sent here soon you'll be down here as well
And none of your protection will save you when you're dead
There's a twenty ton hammer hanging just above your head

I wish you all the best I wish you all that's fine
But I must confess I've got murder in my mind
There's times that I've been dreaming of breaking all your ribs
And leaving you in concrete holding up a motorway bridge

I've got love in my heart I don't mean to sound unkind
But I must confess I've got murder in my mind
I've got murder in my mind
Murder in my mind

words and music Eric Goulden / Wreckless Eric (MCPS / Copyright Control)

Alright, so it's about Dave Robinson - for, not about that is. People kept on asking me if I felt bitter about what happened with Stiff Records as in I got treated like a cunt for four years and ended up with no money and a ruined career.
I steadfastly refused to be bitter - I think I feIt it was somehow noble to not be. I kept it up for years. Then one day somebody asked me and I snapped. 'Yes I am bitter,' I said - 'fucking unbelievably bitter - how do you think I fucking feel? It's like a cancer eating me up from inside'. And having finally acknowledged it I started to feel better.
Murder In My Mind was part of all that. It's funny how you can feel a sort of hatred and violence towards somebody but at the same time shrink away from violence and not want to hate. I still maintain that I don't hate anybody. And there's no need to exact retribution - people make their own luck or bad luck in the end.
I've met Robinson twice since I left Stiff. The first time was in 1986 at a Prisoners gig. He acted as though nothing had changed, demanded a pen - 'Eric, got a pen?'. The last time I'd seen him, back in 1980, he'd told me that I couldn't write songs so I just looked straight through him and said 'no Dave, I can't write'.
The next time I saw him was at Ian Dury's funeral. I'd dreamed of all the things I'd say to him if we ever came face to face again, but in the event there was really no need. He looked greasy somehow, almost as though he'd been dipped in chip fat. 'Eric,' he said, 'I've been hearing good things about you.' I thought 'you patronising cunt' but I just looked at him and spoke in the same way he always spoke to me. I said: 'that's because I am good - got that?' And an enormous weight lifted off me.