Elvis Costello

So this is where he came to hide
When he ran from you
In a private detectives overcoat
And dirty dead mans shoes
The pretty things of knightsbridge
Lying for a minister of state
Is a far cry from the nod and wink
Here at traitors gate
cause the high heel he used to be has been ground down
And he listens for the footsteps that would follow him around
To murder my love is a crime
But will you still love
A man out of time
Theres a tuppeny hapenny millionaire
Looking for a fourpenny one
With a tight grip on the short hairs
Of the public imagination
But for his private wife and kids somehow