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Glass breaks in night of passionate dance
Splinters in hallways where the fools take their chance
But we're all fools and we all can't stand still
'Cos impotent lovers lose the love they lost
As they go in for the kill
Knives flash in half light at the top of the stairs
No one saw, no one heard, no one felt it, but someone
Was there
And we make ourselves blind to the skin, as it shatters
And tears
And impotent lovers lose the love they lost
As they go in for the kill
Screams colour the night, blood colours the street
And those that can love keep warm by creating more heat
And those of no love seek revenge in the pubs and the
Street
And impotent lovers lose the love they lost
As they go in for the kill
Inadequacy bred from the cradle and raided[?] the
School
Brought up on hate and now the hate is feeding on you
Black out the sun of the love that is trying to break
Through
'Cos that's not the thing that a red-blooded man's got
To do
Above all a man or above all a fool
Which are you?
Above all a man or above all you
Which are you?