Tekst:
The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart The One

all along you're the one cause you're the one you're the one you're not number two or three you're number one for me you're the one

became stained with the horror I'm having reoccurring nightmares Of being soaking wet, strapped down to the electric chair I got tackled with handcuffs And shackled in restraint At

zone of the evening, keep reaching Just to pull more out the core of the deamon The people need to see them pure human being Blood, sweat, love, hate, life, death, joy, pain

one chance One kiss One taste of you my black madonna I'd sell My soul My self-esteem a dollar at a time One taste One taste One taste of you my Magdalena

exchange at close range out of 3 babylon, hit one in the brain ha-ha, 2 shots hit the window pane I exchange 4 shots, I drop and feel pain but Im not

own hand There's no light behind her eyes She doesn't realize what she has done Didn't think she was being so rough Little one won't you please wake

the door I felt everything and nothing that I had before tell yourself it's not yourself but no one else can make me know there's no one else when

She had a heart as pure as gold But love makes blind And stirs the soul He took her round downtown Spellbound her to the sound of a young heart breaking

zone of the evening, keep reaching Just to pull more out the core of the deamon The people need to see them pure human being Blood, sweat, love, hate, life, death, joy, pain