The scraping is complete
and we're out on the street.
Killers on the loose
and we're holding hands-
it's still protected by the law.
Thank our lucky stars
there weren't any kooks
with placards in hand.
Girlfriend, come near,
we're having a bad year.
The saddest thing:
I thought this would bring
us closer.
Do we deny it to the end,
to ourselves and to our friends?
Do we file it away:
dead babies, mortal sins?
Or could it get us off
'cause we act like little gods?
Girlfriend, come near,
I'm having a bad year.
The saddest thing:
I thought this would bring
us closer.
Killers on the loose
and we're holding hands-
it's still protected by the law.
Thank our lucky stars
there weren't any kooks
with placards in hand
of fetuses in tubes
our baby red and blue,
black and blue.
