Take a little walk to the edge of town. Now spread your wings and fly. Don't the lights of the city look so damn pretty. When you're flying so high?. It's hard to know 'bout the down-below. The streets babe are swimming deep in blood. It seems. To make a grown man cry. You really wanna know what's wrong with this land?. Just scratch your head with your red right hand. You see everyone's a liar babe and that's the truth. I said everyone's a liar baby and I got the proof. You got a new boy you feel you're in with a chance. You think you're in his arms but you're in his hands. But still he seems so cute and true and groovy. But get that boy up on the stand. And watch him raise his red right hand. Move your hips babe move your thighs. Use your lips babe conceal his prize. He's tracing a tiny finger down your spine. He's leaving behind a thin red line. Oh don't get so sad when it all comes down so heavy. A low wind moans across this land. As he rakes at your chest with his red right hand. I'm talking 'bout blood babe. It's in your veins. Your mummy and daddy. They've got the same. You're under the mirror day after day. You see a pretty face crumbling away. As you become your mum and daddy. Scream once scream twice now scream again. And cover that face with your red right hand