I've got your number
written down in my book
and I'm onto you
I've got the talk and the look
of an old cutter
a cold blooded killer
I saw you chopping at the glitter
with a gash in your foot
I caught a chill when you smiled at me from the TV
I decoded all the messages you whispered to me
through the spaces that skip their way through your songs
I've got that gun you told me to keep until you got home
I bought your record
I got your message
from that guitar magazine
but I don't get it
My soul is already clean
I don't care for the colours that I see when you sleep
I don't care for the kind of company that you keep
They can't cope with our kind of people
Let me take care of them, I can make it peaceful
Kingdom will come, dressed in red, satin sheets
Dressed in forever, dressed up in you and me
I bought your record