The jekyll-hyde of you

I can't survive the tide of you

The vicious style of love, the whining

Pits and pendulums of lying

I don't see how you survive in

Hard-line worlds you're advertising

Sneaky features, facing, waiting

City s-x is so frustrating

Young Savage

Young Savage

She's like a steel wall

Speaks like a dance hall

Young Savage

Young Savage

Anything goes where no-one knows your name

The mirror love of vixens

Gets over the mask of victims

Money rents you insulation

Tenderness, asphyxiation

Someone else's flesh to borrow

Sling it from your bed tomorrow

In the p-ssport of our sorrow

Look behind the face it's hollow

The broken heart of you

Who stole, who stole a part of you

Changing blossoms into p-ss

And taking bites from every kiss

The past is dead, tomorrow's too far

All the chemicals that bar us

Coloured hair, cheap tattoos

That tell you all their points of view

Condemned to be a stranger

Subway dweller, dead-end danger

Peeking through the dust of friends

Who never gave, they'd only lend

Every sneer is thrown away

With practised gestures of disdain

The outlaw stance is so pedantic

Hate the world, it's so romantic