we were dark-eyed children
in a neon world
where men hid in the shadows

of silhouetted girls

you were way too beautiful
as beautiful as anything those ugly
king's cross streets had ever seen
at seventeen

it happened on the corner
where you used to stand
dealers and policemen
money changing hands

you didn't have to see a thing
you could've disappeared into a store
and hid behind a magazine
but you were seen

and he came, for your life
in the rain, in the night
all he ever cried, over you
was a teardrop tattoo

they'd called you to an inquest
to stand and testify
against the law enforcers
dealing on the sly

you never made the hearing;
they found a man
who with his hands, had killed before
and now would kill again
...and he killed again

coz he came, for your life
in the rain, in the night
all he ever cried, over you
was a teardrop tattoo

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