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