We are the wicked
That walk these city streets
By your lighthouse
By the riverside
We are the ones
Taken for the vandals and the thieves
These filthy streets disgust you
As they keep you on your knees
The graffiti´s just as clear
As the writing on the wall
You want it
You got it
Pray that it washes away
You want it
You got it
Feel it through your veins
You want it
You got it
Another dollar, another day
You want it
You got it
Pray that it washes away
You think an open mind
Can be so dangerous
Poor hopeless sinner
Too filled with guilt to see
Thoughts are so betrayed
Pray that it washes away
We are the wicked
That walk these city streets
By your lighthouse
By the riverside