| We work through the rituals and cover our poisonous tracks | 
| Making good use of weaknesses, horoscopes, rumours and facts | 
| Inspired by the needles and pins and the pains in the heart | 
| With no control over the chemistry that brings us then tears us apart | 
| Now we’re as hard, as hard as nails | 
| Laugh at the butterfly that’s just been impaled | 
| We’re always running and don’t know what we’re running from | 
| We’re always sweating bricks | 
| The only time the world makes sense to us is when we come | 
| Love is a burning, love is a burning question | 
| On the tip of your tongue, baby baby | 
| I’ll endlessly make you and endlessly become remade | 
| I’ll endlessly search for your heart with a carnal switchblade | 
| As we thrash in the heat in an effort to beat up the world | 
| Then we loose our identities replace them with diamonds and pearls | 
| Don’t be as hard as hard as nails | 
| You might be born to win and then your heart fails | 
| Get on my wavelength understand my driving force | 
| It’s sin and sin alone | 
| I wouldn’t lie to you unless I had to of course | 
| Love is a burning, love is a burning question | 
| Don’t answer no | 
| Don’t make me take a look just let me off the hook | 
| I’ve seen the future of rock and it sucks, yeah, it sucks | 
| I’ve used you you’re bleeding I know but don’t be afraid | 
| It’s only a wound only a wound from a carnal switchblade | 
| We’re always running and don’t know what we’re running from | 
| We’re always so convinced | 
| But the more we run the more it just slips through our fingertips | 
| Last chorus | 
| Love is a burning, love is a burning question | 
| On our lips baby baby |