Church Hunter
A silver lamp-lit sign Flashes in the rain Inside the taxi That takes me to my plane And the party's over With a head that throbs It's none of my business you see I'm just doing my job I'm gonna track you down I'm gonna catch your scent I'm go nna spring your trap I'm gonna track you down You were last seen leaving Tony's Bar With a dark suspicious man And some intoxicated woman 'Cause your wife doesn't understand A carnation in your buttonhole Greed inside your veins Smooth threats and promises Hotel rooms and chains Closing in that snow and musk Leave you high and dry First you're gonna see her Then you're gonna cry
