I took the call, I packed the bag
I ride the train to the pick-up point
Ill be telling myself
There was no other way
That you brought it on yourself
Now my hearts aflame
At the end of your life
Its the end of your life
Ive got a pool of blood
On this bathroom floor
The mirrors broke
Theres a crack in the door
Theres a broken window
That Ill be crawling through
Then Ill change my life
And we wont have you
We wont have you
No, we wont have you
Good or evil
Saint or whore
The mythical public
I dont recall
You were on the ledger
Your name was double crossed
You were a prime assignment
So help me Christ
Ive 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 dont know
What we were looking for
But it wasnt you
No, it wasnt you
No, It wasnt you
It wasnt you
No, it wasnt you