I saw you at the police station
and it breaks my heart to say.
Your eyes had wandered off to something distant,
cold and grey.
I guess you didn't see it coming,
someone's gotten used to slumming.
Dreaming of the golden years,
I see you had to change careers.
Far away, but we both know its somewhere.
I saw you on the back page of some
pre press yesterday.
The drip wood in your eyes had nothing short
of love for pain.
I know you from another picture,
of someone with the most convictions.
We used to read the funny papers,
fooled around and pulled some capers.
Not today, send a message to her.
A message that I'm coming,
coming to pursue her.
Tell your country I, rest my face on your bed.
I got you ten times over, I'll chase you down
'til you're dead.