[bad word] out at night
 That's when the [bad word]  And the dark side's light
 And the vampires roam
 You [bad word] your rasta wear
 And your suicide poem
 And a cross from a faith that died
 Before Jesus came
 You're building a mystery
 
You live in a church
 Where you sleep with voodoo dolls
 And you won't give up the search
 For the ghosts in the halls
 You wear sandals in the snow
 And a smile that won't wash away
 Can you look out the window
 Without your shadow getting in the way?
 
You're so beautiful
 With an edge and charm
 But so careful
 When I'm in your arms
  [bad word] 
 'Cause you're working
 Building a mystery
 Holding on and holding it in
 Yeah you're working
 Building a mystery
 And choosing so carefully
 
You woke up screaming aloud
 prayer from your secret god
 You feed off our fears
 And hold back your tears, oh
 Give us a [bad word]  And a know it all grin
 Just when we need one
 When the evening's thin
 
You're a beautiful
 beautiful ****ed up man
 You're setting up your
 Razor wire shrine
  [bad word] 
 
Oh, you're working, 
Building a mystery
 Holding on and holding it in
 Yeah you're working
 Building a mystery
 And choosing so carefully
 Yeah, you're working,
 Building a mystery,
 Holding on and holding it in,
 Oh yeah you're working,
 Building a mystery
 And choosing so carefully