Throttle to the stop

Victor was a little baby, into this world he came:
His father took him on his knee and said:'Don't dishonour the family name.'
Victor looked up at his father- loked up with big round eyes
His father said:'Victor, my only son, don't you ever tell lies.'
It was a frosty December, it wasn't the season for fruits;
His father fell dead of heart disease while lacing up his boots.
It was a frosty December when into his grave he sank;
His uncle found Victor a post as a cashier in the Midlands Counties bank.

It was a frosty December Victor was only eighteen.
But his figures were neat and his margins straight and his cuffs were always clean.
He took a room at the Peveril, a respectable boarding-house
And Time watched Victor day after day as a cat will watch a mouse.
Victor went up to his bedroom, set the alarm bell;
Climbed into his bed, took his bible and read of happend to Jezebel.

It was the First of April, Anna to the Peveril came;
Her eyes, her lips, her breasts, her hips and her smile set men aflame.
It was the Second of April, she was wearing a coat of fur;
Victor met her upon the stairs and fell in love with her.
The first time he made his proposal, she laughed, said,'I'll never wed'
The second time there was a pause, then she shook her head.
Anna looked at the mirror, pouted and gave a frown; Said:'Victor's as dull
as a wet afternoon but I've got to settle down.'
The third time he made his proposal, as they walked by the Reservoir,
She gave him a kiss like a blowon the head, said,'You are my heart's desire.'

They married early in August, she said;'Kiss me, you funny boy'
Victor took her in his arms and said:'O my Helen of Troy.'
The clerks were talking of Anna, the door was just ajar
One said:'Poor old Victor, but where ignorance is bliss, etcetera.'
Victor looked up at the sunset as he stood there all alone;
Cried:'Are you in Heaven, Father ?', but the sky said 'Address not known.'
Victor looked up at the mountains, the mountains all covered with snow;
Cried:'Are you pleased with me, Father?' and the answer came back, No.
Victor came to the forest, cried:'Father, will she ever be true ?'
And the oaks and the beeches shook their heads and they answered:' Not to you.'
Victor came to the meadow where the wind went sweeping by:
Cried:'O Father, I love her so,' but the wind said:' She must die.'
Victor came to the river running so deep and so still;
Crying:'O Father, what shall I do ?' and the river answered:'Kill.'

Anna was sitting at table, drawing cards from a pack;
Anna was sitting at table waiting for her husband to come back.
Victor stood in the doorway, he didn't utter a word;
She said:'What's the matter, darling?' He behaved as if he hadn't heard.
There was a voice in his left ear, there was a voice in the right,
There was a voice at the base of his skull saying:'She must die tonight.'
Victor picked up a carving knife, his features were set and drawn,
Said;'Anna, it would have been better for you if you had not been born.'

Anna jumped up from the table, Anna started to scream,
But Victor came slowly after her like a horror in a dream.
She dodged behind the sofa, she tore down a curtain rod,
But Victor came slowly after her, said' Prepare to meet Thy God.'

He stood there above the body, he stood there holding the knife;
And the blood ran down the stairs and sang; 'I am the Resurrection and the Life.'
They tapped Victor on the shoulder, they took him away in a van;
He sat as quiet as a lump of moss saying; 'I am the Son of Man.'

Victor sat in a corner
Making a woman of clay.
Saying:' I am Alpha and Omega, I shall come
To judge the earth one day.'