(heaton/rotheray)

Sadness has filled a lonely place

Before that there was just a hole

At least now there's sadness on my face

My lower lip has finally found it's role



So the wind and the rain and the snow

Had no particular place to go

So they thought they'd come and spend some time with me

They're better friends than you could ever be



Chorus:

There's a tattoo, a small tattoo

Waiting there unpaid for you

And if you ever bump into unlucky

Don't forget who broke your heart in two

You better get there early, there's a million in the queue

Just waiting for the name on their tattoo



Emptiness has filled a vacant heart

Finally found a place for it to hide

And as i wander like a fool from bar to bar

Empty has become my greatest guide



And the tears and the pain and the despise

Looked at me through bankrupt eyes

They had nowhere else that they could land

So i invited them to take my bloody hand



Chorus:

So queuing for a tattoo and i can't decide the name

I've been wondering night after night

When they put that needle in me i'll scream your name in pain

And i hope he spells 'you bastard' right



B-a-s-t-a-r-d, stick that needle deep in me