Teardrop Tattoo - M. Craft

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