See the children with the broken wings on their backsWounded angels can't flySleep in alleys, using gutters as your pillowsCan't see God when they look in your eyesWhySee the people in the church ...

Burn your witches, burn them allDing dong the witch is deadBurn your witches, burn them allDing dong the witch is deadI see witches hiding around every cornerYou burn yours and I'll burn mineI see ...

Pretty, in an ugly world where the harlots hate youBeauty, walks among the beasts, but they resent youSickened by your baby's breath, it stings the nosesSinners are like the weeds in your bed of ...