Cold Calls Lyrics

You tried to call

You tried to fall down too

The news was right

There's a fire inside you



Unclean deserter

I dream of murder and you

And you



The train rolls past

Wish I was on it too

The lights go black

I'm blind but honest

You should have wanted the truth

The truth



House to house, festering

With one burning question

Was it you? Was it you?



Town on the hill

And I got sixty-five shells

I'm back to track to you down

And kill you myself

Myself



Sixty-five shells

And nothing else to sell

Someone betrayed me

Now I'm out making

Cold calls designed to kill

Cold calls designed to kill