Текст: Marc Almond. Shinning Sinners.

Well, I'm walkin' blind down danger street
The street where eyes don't dare to meet
Dirt doorways frame silhouettes
A teeth, grind, grinning smile of threat

Down here you ask for all you get
These east side angrys'll getchoo yet
Ignore the cat calls look straight ahead
You could wind up the other side of dead
(If you're lucky)

Well, I took a glance sideways
Straight into some Chicano chick's eyes
They were pretty wild
Like she'd been snortin' some of that cocaine

She was mean for trouble, boilin' for blood
But I had to say she was stacked
From the tip of her toes to her flaming red hair
She's gonna drag me up to her carnal cage of no way out desire

Help, help
You gotta help yourself
Help me, help me
You son of a gun
You gotta run muchacho run

Well, I was getting to know the neighborhood
Getting to know how it looked and smelled
Watching the windows in tenement hell

Love was rape and love for sale and death a fact of life
Love was rare but who cares? Who cares?
When you're living by the knife

Well, I took a slug of bitter coffee
Pulled a face as bitter hit me
End up with a new mouth
Carved where my throat used to be

And then I saw him, tall and proud
Wearing the entire city garbage dump
Around his neck and wrists

And then I saw him
Dirty red Chicano sweat bandanna
And colors held together by filth and fury
Oh, wow, ee, ow

The leader of the shining sinners
The leader of the shining sinners

And she was by his side
This Vampira I'd seen earlier
She looked at me the look of scum

Help, Help
You gotta help yourself
Help me, Help me
You son of a gun
You gotta run muchacho run

He walked, did I say walked?
Well, I mean walked
Right up to me at a slow pace
He looked down at me and said, "Shit"

My knees were bucklin'
My brow was sweatin'
I stared straight ahead at his knee cap
I had to strike soon

The leader of the shining sinners
Sweet 'n' sharp and cool 'n' calm
He lives for them, they die for him

Bitten through with nails of hatred
He takes his band of laughing dead
To gather up the wages of skin

Keep my eyes upon the pavement
Nothing else could save me
In this battlefield of blood and bruises

I'll take this brave stiletto
And with all the courage left in my heart
I'll, I'll take the life of the leader of the shining sinners

He lay upon the ground
Coughing up blood
He looked up at me
Yes, I was the big one now

And said, "I wanted to shake your hand, you little runt
For having the guts to walk into my neighborhood
I liked you"
And with that he died

Leaderless and laughless
The wastrels of the shining sinners
Lay me out like some dead cat on the ground
I taste the taste of human filth

My courage caves in on itself
Now no one's leading anyone anymore
And I wondered what I did it for
And I wondered what I did it for

Why did I do it? Why?
Why did I do it?
Why, why did I do it?
Why? Why? Why?