Crybaby demon with her plastic rose
did she let thorns tear her up head to toe
Fallen angel Sorrow with her perfume rose
it slithers like a snake into her nose
and she gets so high
she don't even notice me when I pass her by
She's the saint of garbage lying in her bed
did I let her holiness go to my head?
She's the virgin Sorrow, swallows up my trash
for now she's wide awake but soon she'll crash
and she gets so high
she don't even notice me when I pass her by
Down on the street I'm just another creep!
Down on the street that's where we meet
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