Ding Dong Dead

Hear the screams in Herald Square
Ding-Ding Dong
The dead will walk so unaware
Ding-Ding Dong
And though sublime is
Not your fare
The smell of hunger's in the air

Walk the shadow if you dare
Ding-Ding Dong
The cutting edge is in your stare
You stalk your prey so laissez-fare

Life and death and sex and sin and
birth and soul and hell and
God and love 
Love is too wrong
Love is too long
Love is too strong
(repeat)