cock robin
hunting down a killer
I'd settle for a strand of hair lying on a pillow case Just one, to understand why I can't sleep If I could find a cigarette left burning in an ashtray That would be enough proof for me That would be enough  Hunting down a killer I'm working out the truth Hunting down a killer But I haven't got a clue No, I haven't got a clue  If I could catch a silhouette moving behind closed blinds I'm sure I'd find another moving jointly I would take an honest man that fumbles for an alibi If I believed he just might be If I believed  Hunting down a killer I'm working out the truth Hunting down a killer But I haven't got a clue No, I haven't got a clue  I will find those illusive hands That tear at the insides Of some pitiful man Oh, so handsome So much that it hurts With hands that seize and illegally search  Hunting down a killer I'm working out the truth Hunting down a killer, yeah But I haven't got a clue No, I haven't got a clue  I haven't