Night Of The Hunter
Love and hate
Tattooed on the knuckles
Around the handles of a blade
On the knuckles
Around the handles of a blade
Your bloody blade
Now here it comes
Oh the flashing lights and sirens
Oh you know it won't be long
Time for the radio to play your last song
Your last song
I'm just calling to tell you, baby
That they're taking me away for a while
Well, don't blame me, it's the world that made me
And they're taking me away for a-
Taking me away for a-
And yes, ah well, here they come
Flashing lights and sirens scream
You know they won't be long
Just time to phone the missus
And you tell her what you've done
Now you've done wrong
I was calling to tell you, baby
They're taking me away for a while
Ah you can't blame me
It's this world that's made me
Now they're taking me away for a-
Taking me away for a-
Oh you've got to know
As you wash the blood from your clothes
You can clean out your clothes
You'll never clean your soul, no, no
ACAB
Tattooed on your knuckles
Does the world know what it means?
Oh now they're
Slipping on the bracelets
Are you so young and hard and mean?
So cold and mean
And the radio says
I'm just calling to tell you, baby
That they're taking me away for a while
No, don't blame me
It's this world that's made me
Now they're taking me away for a-
Taking me away for a-
Love and hate on your knuckles
On your white knuckles
Love and hate
On your knuckles and the handles of a blade
The handles of a
Tattooed on the knuckles
Around the handles of a blade
On the knuckles
Around the handles of a blade
Your bloody blade
Now here it comes
Oh the flashing lights and sirens
Oh you know it won't be long
Time for the radio to play your last song
Your last song
I'm just calling to tell you, baby
That they're taking me away for a while
Well, don't blame me, it's the world that made me
And they're taking me away for a-
Taking me away for a-
And yes, ah well, here they come
Flashing lights and sirens scream
You know they won't be long
Just time to phone the missus
And you tell her what you've done
Now you've done wrong
I was calling to tell you, baby
They're taking me away for a while
Ah you can't blame me
It's this world that's made me
Now they're taking me away for a-
Taking me away for a-
Oh you've got to know
As you wash the blood from your clothes
You can clean out your clothes
You'll never clean your soul, no, no
ACAB
Tattooed on your knuckles
Does the world know what it means?
Oh now they're
Slipping on the bracelets
Are you so young and hard and mean?
So cold and mean
And the radio says
I'm just calling to tell you, baby
That they're taking me away for a while
No, don't blame me
It's this world that's made me
Now they're taking me away for a-
Taking me away for a-
Love and hate on your knuckles
On your white knuckles
Love and hate
On your knuckles and the handles of a blade
The handles of a
Credits
Writer(s): John Hassell, Peter Doherty, Gary Powell, Carl Barat
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