The sisterhood is praying for the black hearts that bled All over the cathedral but The Good Lord is dead The river flows regardless of murder or birth It's just another bleak day on sad Mother Earth We don't fall in love around here anymore It all turned out to be Pornography They drown at The Red Angel, they panic at The Crows The bones beneath St Stephen rattle in their holes A wicked wind is blowing through this ghost of a town But a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down We don't fall in love around here anymore It all turned out to be Pornography She smiled in D-minor and lit up the room Just like a funeral candle on a suicide tomb And he lied to her pale face, she lied to his One more round for good cheer and the illusion of bliss We don't fall in love around here anymore It all turned out to be Pornography