A waking world of innocence

So grave those first born cries

When life begins with needles and pins

It ends with Swords and Knives



Oh dangerman, oh dangerman

Your blade fits like a glove

When forged in steel

Time cannot heal

That blood red bond of love



In times of trouble you're an open book

With the change in the way you look

And its sad love's not enough to make things better



Turn the tables, we'll burn the fables

Lies beneath the visions and daydreams

Fooled by now, we mystify the past

Like a dream, like it never happened



When life begins with needles and pins

It ends with Swords and Knives

God save those born to die