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