She opened her heart to a tearaway, sheepskin tearaway.
He was covered in scars and full of heroin.
Everyone said from the start, not one single thing could ever be okay.
She didn’t listen anyway.
She just opened her heart, threw her cares away.
At night they held on so tight in the dark, he brushed her hair away
She heard him say: All my life I’ve been fighting
and making the best of a really
Very bad lot, a very bad lot
A very, very bad lot indeed.

All your fighting got you nowhere,
If nowhere’s here with you on my skin
And you can fight forever, but if you kill them all you’d never win
So give me your surrender, there are other ways to kill the pain
But this will never mend you
It’s like trying to dry your eyes in the pouring rain

She opened her heart to a tearaway
A sheepskin tearaway
All covered in scars and full of heroin
Tearaway, sheepskin tearaway.