Who's afraid of the punk police. Gangs, thugs, and slugs run the streets, no justice, no peace. Fuck the so called democracy and placed law. Rather draw than do time, most thugs cross the line.
Do I remind you of the pain. That he put you through, girl. Is that the reason, that I'm to blame. Broken heart, petals on the floor. Tears echo, as they drip down the door. (Chorus)
So soft and so slow, never knew a girl, could be so God damn cold. I loved the way she dressed, the way she smiled. The way she moved, made me feel like a child.