Scorpio Rising - Brett Anderson

There’s anger in their skin

It’s just a style for them

They move with murder in their vein

A cardboard filled indoors

They pass the daylight off

And kiss their innocence away

Scorpio rising

Scorpio rising

Scorpio rising

It’s on the wind

Their lies are analysed

By intellectual types

Who know the depth of their disease

And love is just a game

To pass the hours away

To spend endeavours on your knees

Scorpio rising

Scorpio rising

Scorpio rising

It’s on the wind

Scorpio rising

Scorpio rising

Scorpio rising

It’s on the wind

It’s on the wind

It’s on the wind

It’s on the wind