A waking world of innocence    So grave those first born cries    When life begins with needles and pins    It ends with Swords and Knives       Oh dangerman, oh dangerman    Your blade fits like a glove    When forged in steel    Time cannot heal    That blood red bond of love       In times of trouble you're an open book    With the change in the way you look    And its sad love's not enough to make things better       Turn the tables, we'll burn the fables    Lies beneath the visions and daydreams    Fooled by now, we mystify the past    Like a dream, like it never happened       When life begins with needles and pins    It ends with Swords and Knives    God save those born to die