I don't care about the future now    'Cuz it don't care about me    Paparazzi, glitter, gossips    Lord they always crucify me       Street urchin baby    It's someone's old lady on the lam    He's the man of the hour    And anyone who's seen the face of the damned    Whoa       Lift your glasses for a final toast    L'haim, ching-ching cheers    Degredated, desecrated    Been playin' Russian roulette for all my years       She's a street urchin baby    It's someone's old lady on the lam    He's the man of the hour    And anyone who's seen the face of the damned    Whoa    The face of the damned    Oooh       There's a message here you probably won't get    Just what I'm thinking about    That the bad die young    And the good will never carry the clout, ooh       She's a street urchin baby    It's someone's old lady on the lam    He's the man of the hour    And anyone who's seen the face of the damned       It's a chip on a shoulder    As a woman grows older without grace    A priest with a problem    With anyone who wears the face of the damned    Whoa!    The face of the damned    Sings about me, oh