Cold Calls (Dinova Neva)

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