Brett Anderson — Scorpio Rising

There’s anger in their skin
It’s just a style for them
They move with murder in their vein
A cardboard filled indoors
They pass the daylight off
And kiss their innocence away

Scorpio rising
Scorpio rising
Scorpio rising
It’s on the wind

Their lies 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 endeavors on your knees

Scorpio rising
Scorpio rising
Scorpio rising
It’s on the wind