The Informer

I took the call, I packed the bag I ride the train to the pick-up point I’ll be telling myself There was no other way That you brought it on yourself Now my heart’s aflame At the end of your life It's the end of your life I’ve got a pool of blood On this bathroom floor The mirror’s broke There’s a crack in the door There’s a broken window That I’ll be crawling through Then I’ll change my life And we won’t have you We won’t have you No, we won't have you Good or evil Saint or whore The mythical public I don’t recall You were on the ledger Your name was double crossed You were a prime assignment So help me Christ I’ve got major questions About the Lord above About Satan below About the way we love About the rule at the top And the people coming up And I still don’t know What we were looking for But it wasn’t you No, it wasn’t you No, It wasn't you It wasn’t you No, it wasn’t you