There's a woman on the corner, she's crying for her boy.

She says the devil's in him and has taken him away,

She's looking for absolution I hope she finds.

On her dying day I hope that she finds that I'm wrong.

There's a man on the corner screaming at passers-by.

He says that we'll all burn unless we're bathed in the blood.

I don't need your absolution, I've got my mind.

And when my dying day comes I hope I find that I'm wrong.