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 had ever seen
At 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've 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 k**ed before
And now would k** again
...and he k**ed again
Coz he came, for your life
In the rain, in the night
All he ever cried, over you
Was a teardrop tattoo