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