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