Alan Moore Sings The Decline of English Murder, And Signs V For Vendetta Masks To Win – Remember Remember The Fifth Of November Part Two

Alan Moore is releasing a single today, The Decline of English Murder for November 5th with Occupation Records, part of the Occupy movement. The song;

tells the story of the ‘English murder’ imposed on the people by the greed of the banks and incompetence of the state, and is written and sung by Moore with music by Joe Brown.

It does have a certain Billy Bragg/Jarvis Cocker/MJ Hibbertishness to it. And it costs just one British pound.

The first single to be released from Occupation Records’ upcoming second album, the song can be downloaded here and one downloader will win an Alan Moore signed V for Vendetta mask. Moore has signed twenty of them – the only twenty he is believed to have signed,

And Bleeding Cool also have one of these Alan-Moore-signed V For Vendetta mask to give away ourselves. It will be picked at random from anyone (not BC contributors or Avatar employees) who tweet a link to this article, uses the hashtag #OpVendetta and also adds @occurecords. It will be picked at just after midnight PT, 3am ET, 7am GMT tomorrow.

Today, thousands are expected to descend on Parliament in a fashion similar to the end of the V For Vendetta movie as part of Anonymous’ Operation Vendetta. Here are the song’s lyrics…
She sorts out her hair in the washroom at Preston Services
Dries her hands under a notice that reads have you seen this child
And she nurses one tea for an hour in the cafeteria
Watching the truck drivers blind their fried eggs with the cutlery
And English Murder. It’s all over her face.
Just waiting until the right time the wrong light boy
There’ll be a photograph
With a bad 1970′s fringe and a look of uncertainty
Years later you’ll know the name but not where you know it from
And they’ve emptied the terraced row with compulsory purchases
Reasoning that they’d make more from the ground with the people gone
So he shuffles the half a mile to the nearest post office
When lads push into the queue he pretends he’s not noticed them
And English murder. It’s all over his face.
A low enough cold snap, a high enough gas bill
You’ll skim the epitaph
And you’ll possibly notice his name like somebodies you knew from school
There’ll be an off the peg verse where sad has been rhymed with dad
And the houses in which they’ve invested their City bonuses
Have increased the property prices and therefore the homelessness
And the scabby grey anti-climb paint and withdrawn amenities
In case socialising promotes anti-social behaviour 
And English murder. It’s all over the place.
The bunches of flowers in pedestrian precincts
Your average psychopath, at least kills with a hammer or brick
and not with greed and incompetence
And after two or three years maybe they’ll express remorse.