you come out at night that's when the energy comes and the dark side's light and the vampires roam you strut your rasta wear and your suicide poem and a cross from a faith that died before Jesus came you're building a mystery

you live in a church where you sleep with voodoo dolls and you won't give up the search for the ghosts in the halls you wear sandals in the snow and a smile that won't wash away can you look out the window without your shadow getting in the way oh you're so beautiful with an edge and a charm but so careful when I'm in your arms

'cause you're working building a mystery holding on and holding it in yeah you're working building a mystery and choosing so carefully

you woke up screaming aloud a prayer from your secret god you feed off our fears and hold back your tears

give us a tantrum and a know it all grin just when we need one when the evening's thin

oh you're a beautiful a beautiful fucked up man you're setting up your razor wire shrine