Aileen
Aileen... Everyone talks over the top of you
There's a black revolver
A finger on the pulse and dark rings circling your eyes
Circling your eyes
Aileen... All your friends believe you're innocent
There's not a shred of content
To justify a noose, incarceration, empty eyes
Justify your empty eyes
I heard the law came down on top of you
And if they heard you squeal
You'd better run for cover there's a penny on your hide
I know you had the rug swept out from under you
Aileen... Now you'll never have no peace
You'll have to sleep with open eyes
Writer/s: Lindsay Phillips
