Scorpio Rising (2006)

written by Brett Anderson

there's anger in their skin, it's just a style for them, 
they move with murder in their veins, 
by cardboard filled - in doors they pass the day like whores 
and kiss their innocence away 

scorpio rising, scorpio rising, scorpio rising , it's on the wind 

their lives are analyzed by intellectual types who know the depth of their disease, 
and love is just a game to pass the hours away, 
to spend in deference on your knees, 

scorpio rising, scorpio rising, scorpio rising, it's on the wind