Backstreet Killer

Lookin' to find an answer, searchin' for a clue
Why a man pits his life with a gun and a knife and loses
It's not save to walk the city, he's ridin' high
She's sitting pretty
Only he knows the time, only he knows his own crime

Standing in shadows, searchin' round the seamy places
But there's not a place for you and me
So you'd better come on, there's no place here
Come on! Well you mustn't stay here
Come on! Come on! Come on!
Get away and hide

His eyes are dark with anger, hate building up inside the man
There's gonna be a bad sign, their gonna have a bad time too
She's waitin0 at the station, one lonely girl with a dark invitation
And there's no denying that she's standin' on the wrong line

What makes a man to think that he has the right to take a life?
What takes him to the brink, and the need to have a sacrifice?