saw you through the bullethole
saw you through the bullethole
i fell in love with the colour of your blood
how was i to know it would be too late
saw you through the ceiling
saw you through the ceiling
i fell in love with the way i was feeling
yeah you make me feel so good
so hang on sloopy
though my dad says no
when you crashed your motorcycle
when i said i wouldn't go
with you to the drive in
now i'm a widow at the age of seventeen
the age of seventeen
true love don't last forever
and if anybody says so well you know that he's a
liar a liar a liar a liar a liar
yeah it's nothing but a life of crime
saw you through the mirror
saw you through the mirror
when you hate yourself
everything is clearer
nothing changes and it never will
nothing but a life of crime
nothing but a life of crime
nothing but a life of crime
nothing but a life of crime