The Tatty Truth - Who Is This Man?

A forlorn lover lying dead in the sand
An unused train ticket clutched in his hand
No label found on this well dressed man
Believe believe his death was planned

Who Is This Man?
Who Is This Man?

A code? A spy? A Russian perhaps?
A careful assassin covers his tracks
Who is this man? Nobody knows
Believe believe the mystery grows

Who Is This Man?
Who Is This Man?

Then came spring with a rose in hand
My penitence worn with a black armband
Repent repent as oft before
I swore but I was sober when I swore

Who Is This Man?
Who Is This Man?

Who Is This Man?
Who Is This Man?

Who Is This Man? How did he die?
The Tatty Truth has no alibi
Why was his body left unclaimed?
Tamam Shud tell me what's your name

Who Is This Man?
Who Is This Man?

Written by:
Des Ryan

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