Band: PilOtlytus guitar, vocals: P.J.X Poem backup vocals: E. S Toilet lyrics: Pickleheaded Tomato Killer music: Pickleheaded Tomato Killer , P.j.X Poem for lyrics go to: http://www.hazelnutblue.blogspot.com/ lyrics: Bob Woolmer went to his hotel room Shook his hands with the hands of doom Slow dripping panic sweat, a cold embrace Bats hurled, ropes twirled, your non Jamaican taste Outside the Irish won Beer mugs were on the run The Kiwis were setting fire While the crescent moon lowered Chorus: A "large man" they say he was "Manual strangulation" was the cause "No signs of forced entry" they say Don't let the killers get away No, No Don't let the killers get away Bob Woolmer left the World cup in disarray Leading the super eight forecasts to go astray While Indian media reports arrest in a haste a murder mystery , a gossip theory, your typical Bollywood taste A pity no one was there No angels soaring in the air No more days of match fixing But the days of throat slitting Chorus: A "large man" they say he was "Manual strangulation" was the cause "No signs of forced entry" they say Don't let the killers get away No, No Don't let the killers get away