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
No,we 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