Scorpio Rising

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