Crybaby demon with her plastic rose Did she let thorns tear her up head to toe Fallen angel Sorrow with her perfume rose It slithers like a snake into her nose And she gets so high She don't even notice me when I pass her by She's the saint of garbage lying in her bed Did I let her holiness go to my head? She's the virgin Sorrow, swallows up my trash For now she's wide awake but soon she'll crash And she gets so high She don't even notice me when I pass her by Down on the street I'm just another creep! Down on the street that's where we meet