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.