I killed the Grand Ump of Wal-Mart!
I killed him in a snowdrop!
I killed him with a radish and a roadshow!
I killed him with rosin and sonar!
I killed the Grand Ump of Wal-Mart!
I killed him with a handy pair of trawlers!
I killed him in his underpants!
I killed him on Shrove Tuesday and Michaelmas!
I killed the Grand Ump of Wal-mart!
I killed him with prawns and a rat-trap!
I killed him in Jerusalem and Petaluma!
I killed him at noon and dawn and all the nameless hours!


Salon.com
Comments
This is the century of zombies, let us not fool ourselves
with pleasant romanticization of vampires.
Tis good : you killed him in his underpants,,
and in Jerusalem.
Now: maybe kill him in New Orleans?
then the dylan song 'blind willy mctell' will make sense:
"seen the arrow on the door post
sayin this land is condemned
all the way from new orleans
to jerusalem..."