Text: Mark Knopfler. Kill to Get Crimson. Behind With the Rent.

This didn?t used to be me, old boy
This isn?t what I?d want
Pullin' old night fighters
In a restaurant

There?s smoke and flames behind me
Where the self-respect all went
And I?m behind, behind with the rent

I?ve been stitched up like a kipper, old son
But I won?t be again
Hell hath no fury
Oh, I?m like a lot of men

Now I?m stalkin? this old Doris
With lascivious intent
And I?m behind, behind with the rent

Just a little duck and dive
And a bit of wheel and deal
She?ll remind me I?m alive
She?ll remind me I still feel

Just a little shellin? out
For a bit of you-know-what
I know this is all about
Somethin' that I never got, oh

Well, this crumpet?s past its sell-by-date
But they all would qualify
They?re gonna be lonely
And be happy to comply

She knows that I?m a chancer
Comin? on like a gent
But I?m behind, behind with the rent
Yes, I?m behind, behind with the rent