Little girl, little girl
Why are you crying? 
Inside your restless soul your heart is dying. 
Little one, little one 
Your soul is purging 
Of love and razor blades 
Your blood is surging  [bad word] 
From the river to the street 
And find yourself with your face in the gutter 
Your a stray for the salvation army 
There is no place like home 
When you got no place to go 

Little girl, little girl 
Your life is calling 
The charlatans and saints of your abandon 
Little one little one 
The sky is falling 
The lifeboat of deception is now sailing 
In the wake all the way 
No rhyme or reason 
Your bloodshot eyes 
Will show your heart of treason 
Little girl, little girl 
You dirty liar 
You're just a junkie 
Preaching to the choir  [bad word] 
From the river to the street 
And find yourself with your face in the gutter 
You're a stray for the salvation army 
There is no place like home 
When you got no place to go

The traces of blood 
Always follow you home 
Like the mascara tears 
From your getaway 
Your walking with blisters  [bad word] with shears 
So unholy. 
Sister of grace.  [bad word] 
From the river to the street 
And find yourself with your face in the gutter 
You're a stray for the salvation army 
There is no place like home...