Derek Mahon - As it should be lyrics

We hunted the mad ba*tard Through bog, moorland, rock, to the star-lit west And gunned him down in a blind yard Between ten sleeping lorries And an electricity generator. Let us hear no idle talk Of the moon in the Yellow River. The air blows softer since his departure. Since his tide burial during school hours Our kiddies have known no bad dreams. Their cries echo lightly along the coast. This is as it should be. They will thank us for it when they grow up To a world with method in it.