¿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 perchin'

Of love and razor blades

Your blood is surging



Runaway

From the river to the street

And find yourself with your face in the gutter

Your a stray for the salvation army

There is no place like home

When you got no place to go



Little girl, little girl

Your life is calling

The charlatans and saints of your abandon

Little one, little one

The sky is falling

Your lifeboat of deception is now sailing

In the wake all the way

No rhyme or reason

Your bloodshot eyes

Will show your heart of treason

Little girl little girl

You dirty liar

You're just a junkie

Preaching to the choir



Runaway

From the river to the street

And find yourself with your face in the gutter

Your a stray for the salvation army

There is no place like home

When you got no place to go



The traces of blood

Always follow you home

Like the Mascara tears

From your getaway, (gloria)

You're walking with blisters

And running with shears

So unholy.

Sister of grace.



Runaway

From the river to the street

And find yourself with your face in the

Your a stray for the salvation army

There is no place like home