Walking on a summer day down in Warland SquareWhen we came upon a begging flower with dreadlocks in her hairA younger girl, cyanotic too soonShe shoots us back a look, keep that pity to yourselfThen she turns away so violently and fixes up againLife-stealing chill digging into herWhy have you turned out this way?Have all those cheap shots got you running so far away?Because it owns, owns the rights to your soulNumb like a mortician, funeral parlor coldSomewhere beneath the rot lies a roseBefore the poison stream stole the rights to your soulRights to your soul, rights to your soulReluctantly I throw some cash and pity in her canKnowing full well that the money is earmarked for a bad planAdmit kindness to a fault, I guessShe half smiles, half cries, catch that pity in my eyesThen she looks away within a hurry for her begging cryChrist, she looks on her last legWhy have you turned out this way?Have all those hot shots got you running so far away?Because it owns, owns the rights to you r soulNumb like a mortician, funeral parlor coldSomewhere beneath the rot lies a roseBefore the poison stream stole the rights to your soulRights to your soul, rights to your soulHow do you concede young life to a dragon?How about kicking your demons loose for a ride on the wagon?Why have you turned out this way?Have all those hot shots got you running so far away?Because it owns, owns the rights to your soulNumb like a mortician, funeral parlor coldSomewhere beneath the rot lies a roseBefore the poison stream stole the rights to your soulRights to your soul, rights to your soulOwns, owns the rights to your soulNumb like a mortician, funeral parlor coldI remember such a little roseBefore the heroin stole the rights to your soulRights to your soul, rights to your soul
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