I was waiting in the back-seat of the car

When i knew i'd given up

Down on the back-streets by the park

So sick of the taste of blood

I'm gonna write your girl a letter

It'll make everything better

 

Screaming down the phone-line to your mum

She said honey ain't home right now

I bought a tuxedo and i bought a gun

And wore them all around this town

Nobody dares to lift a finger

They can see my heart is down and injured

 

If i'm guilty of anything

It's loving you too much

 

 

 

Honey sometimes love

Means getting a little rough

This is not bad love

This is not bad love

 

I've been going to church

But i don't believe

I'll ever be clear this pain

Walk like a ghost through the streets

Soaked from the pouring rain

And i won't ask your god for mercy

My spirits're low my soul is dirty