Upon the sand, upon the bay 
"There is a quick and easy way" you say 
Before you illustrate 
I'd rather state : 
"I'm not the man you think I am 
I'm not the man you think I am" 

And Sorrow's native son 
He will not smile for anyone 


And Pretty Girls Make Graves 
Oh ... 


End of the pier, end of the bay 
You tug my arm, and say : "Give in to lust, 
Give up to lust, oh heaven knows we'll 
Soon be dust ... "


Oh, I'm not the man you think I am 
I'm not the man you think I am 


And Sorrow's native son 
He will not rise for anyone 


And Pretty Girls Make Graves 
Oh really ?
Oh ... 


I could have been wild and I could have 
Been free 
But Nature played this trick on me 


She wants it Now 
And she will not wait 
But she's too rough 
And I'm too delicate 


Then, on the sand 
Another man, he takes her hand 
smile lights up her face 
(and well, it would) 


I lost my faith in Womanhood 
I lost my faith in Womanhood 
I lost my faith ... 
Oh ... 


Hand in glove ... 
The sun shines out of our behinds ... 
Oh ...