The Informer

Intro              I took the job 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’ve changed my life And we won’t have you We won’t have you Nowe won’t have you Good or evil   Saint or whore Domestic or public   I don’t recall You were on the ledger Your name was double crossed You were the 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