There's a woman on the corner, she's crying for her boy
She says the devil's in him and has taken him away,
She's looking for absolution I hope she finds
On her dying day I hope that she finds that I'm wrong
There's a man on the corner screaming at passers-by
He says that we'll all burn unless we're bathed in the blood
I don't need your absolution, I've got my mind
And when my dying day comes I hope I find that I'm wrong