Little girl, little girl, why are you crying?
Inside your restless soul your heart is dyin'
Little one, little one, your soul is purgin'
Of love and razor blades, your blood is surgin'
Runaway! from the river to the street
And find yourself with your face in the gutter
You're astray from the salvation army
There is no place like home, when you got no place to go
Little girl, little girl, your life is callin'
The charlatans and saints of your abandon
Little one, little one, the sky is fallin'
Your lifeboat of deception is now sailin'
In the wake, all the way no rhyme or reason
Your bloodshot eyes will show your heart of treason
Little girl, little girl, you dirty liar
You're just a junkie preaching to the choir
Runaway! from the river to the street
And find yourself with your face in the gutter
You're a stray from the salvation army
There is no place like home, when you got no place to go
The traces of blood always follow you home
Like the mascara tears from your getaway
You're walking with blisters and running with shears
So unholy, Sister of grace!
Runaway! from the river to the street
And find yourself with your face in the gutter
You're a stray from the salvation army
There is no place like home
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