Little girl, little girl why are you crying?
Inside you 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.
The lifeboat of deception 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.
Your just a junkie preaching to the choir.
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.
The traces of blood always follow you home.
Like the mascara tears from you gate way.
Your walking with blisters and running with shears.
So unholy.
Sister of grace.
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.
