¿Viva La Gloria? (Little Girl)
Little girl, little girl, why are you crying?Inside your restless soul your heart is dying.Little one, little one, your soul is purgingOf love and razor blades your blood is surging.
Runaway from the river to the streetAnd find yourself with your face in the gutter,You're a stray for the salvation army,There is no place like homeWhen you got no place to go.
Little girl, little girl, your life is callingThe charlatans and saints of your abandon,Little one, little one, the sky is fallingYour lifeboat of deception is now sailing,In the wake all the way no rhyme or reasonYour bloodshot eyes will show your heart of treason.Little girl, little girl, you're dirty liarYou're just a junkie preaching to the choir.
Runaway from the river to the streetAnd find yourself with your face in the gutter,You're a stray for the salvation army,There is no place like homeWhen you got no place to go.
The traces of blood always follow you homeLike the mascara tears from your getaway,You're walking with blisters and running with shears,So unholy sister of grace!
Runaway from the river to the streetAnd find yourself with your face in the gutter,You're a stray for the salvation army,There is no place like home..