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.