作曲 : Bean, Hollar, McColgan, Rioux ...
Walking on a summer day down in 
Warland Square 
When we came upon a begging flower with dreadlocks in her hair 
A younger girl, cyanotic too soon 
She shoots us back a look, keep that pity to yourself 
Then she turns away so violently and fixes up again 
Life-stealing chill digging into her 
Why have you turned out this way? 
Have all those cheap shots got you running so far away? 
Because it owns, owns the rights to your soul 
Numb like a mortician, funeral parlor cold 
Somewhere beneath the rot lies a rose 
Before the poison stream stole the rights to your soul 
Rights to your soul, rights to your soul 
Reluctantly 
I throw some cash and pity in her can 
Knowing full well that the money is earmarked for a bad plan 
Admit kindness to a fault, 
I guess She half smiles, half cries, catch that pity in my eyes 
Then she looks away within a hurry for her begging cry 
Christ, she looks on her last leg 
Why have you turned out this way? 
Have all those hot shots got you running so far away? 
Because it owns, owns the rights to your soul 
Numb like a mortician, funeral parlor cold 
Somewhere beneath the rot lies a rose 
Before the poison stream stole the rights to your soul 
Rights to your soul, rights to your soul 
How do you concede young life to a dragon? 
How about kicking your demons loose for a ride on the wagon? 
Why have you turned out this way? 
Have all those hot shots got you running so far away? 
Because it owns, owns the rights to your soul 
Numb like a mortician, funeral parlor cold 
Somewhere beneath the rot lies a rose 
Before the poison stream stole the rights to your soul 
Rights to your soul, rights to your soul 
Owns, owns the rights to your soul 
Numb like a mortician, funeral parlor cold 
I remember such a little rose 
Before the heroin stole the rights to your soul 
Rights to your soul, rights to your soul