Текст песни The Informer - David Bowie
I
took
the
call,
I
packed
the
bag
I
ride
the
train
to
the
pick-up
point
I'll
be
telling
myself
There
was
no
other
way
That
you
brought
it
on
yourself
Now
my
heart's
aflame
At
the
end
of
your
life
It's
the
end
of
your
life
I've
got
a
pool
of
blood
On
this
bathroom
floor
The
mirror's
broke
There's
a
crack
in
the
door
There's
a
broken
window
That
I'll
be
crawling
through
Then
I'll
change
my
life
And
we
won't
have
you
We
won't
have
you
No,
we
won't
have
you
Good
or
evil
Saint
or
whore
The
mythical
public
I
don't
recall
You
were
on
the
ledger
Your
name
was
double
crossed
You
were
a
prime
assignment
So
help
me
Christ
I've
got
major
questions
About
the
Lord
above
About
Satan
below
About
the
way
we
love
About
the
rule
at
the
top
And
the
people
coming
up
And
I
still
don't
know
What
we
were
looking
for
But
it
wasn't
you
No,
it
wasn't
you
No,
It
wasn't
you
It
wasn't
you
No,
it
wasn't
you
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