Glass breaks in night of passionate dance
Splinters in hallways where the fools take their chance
But we're all fools and we all can't stand still

'Cos impotent lovers lose the love they lost
As they go in for the kill


Knives flash in half light at the top of the stairs
No one saw, no one heard, no one felt it, but someone
Was there

And we make ourselves blind to the skin, as it shatters
And tears
And impotent lovers lose the love they lost

As they go in for the kill

Screams colour the night, blood colours the street

And those that can love keep warm by creating more heat

And those of no love seek revenge in the pubs and the

Street
And impotent lovers lose the love they lost
As they go in for the kill


Inadequacy bred from the cradle and raided[?] the
School

Brought up on hate and now the hate is feeding on you
Black out the sun of the love that is trying to break
Through

'Cos that's not the thing that a red-blooded man's got
To do


Above all a man or above all a fool
Which are you?
Above all a man or above all you

Which are you?