Little girl, little girl
Why are you crying?
Inside your restless soul your heart is dying

Little one, little one
Your soul is purging
Of love and razor blades

Your blood is surging

Runaway

From the river to the street
And find yourself with your face in the gutter
Your a stray for the salvation army

There is no place like home
When you got no place to go


Little girl, little girl
Your life is calling
The charlatans and saints of your abandon

Little one, little one
The sky is falling
Your lifeboat of deceptions is now sailing

In the wake all the way
No rhyme or reason
Your bloodshot eyes

Will show your heart of treason
Little girl, little girl
You dirty liar

You're just a junkie
Preaching to the choir


Runaway
From the river to the street
To find yourself with your face in the gutter

You're a stray for salvation army
There is no place like home
When you got no place to go


The traces of blood
Always follow you home

Like the mascara tears
From your getaway
Your walking with blisters

And running with shears
So unholy
Sister of grace


Runaway
From the river to the street

Find yourself with your face in the gutter
Your a stray for the salvation army
There is no place like home