Speak to me of universal laws 
 The whores hustle and the hustlers [bad word] 
 All around me people bleed 
 Speak to me your song of greed

 Speak to me of your inner charm 
 Of how you'll keep me safe from harm 
 I don't think so, I don't see 
 Speak to me of your inner peace 

 Little people at the amusement park 
 City people in the dark 
 Speak to us, send us a sign 
 Tell us something to keep us trying 

 The whores hustle and the hustlers [bad word] 
 Too many people out of love 
 The whores hustler and the hustlers [bad word] 
 This city's ripped right to the core 

 Speak to me of heroin and speed 
 Of genocide and suicide, of syphilis and greed 
 Speak to me the language of love 
 The language of violence, the language of the heart 
 This isn't the first time I've asked for money or love 
 Heaven and earth don't ever mean enough 
 Speak to me of heroin and speed 
 Just give me something I can believe

 The whores hustle and the hustlers [bad word] 
 Too many people out of love 
 The whores hustler and the hustlers [bad word] 
 This city's ripped right to the core