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 have ever seen and 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 have 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
'Cause he came for your life in the rain, in the night All he ever cried over you was a teardrop tattoo