(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