gloria

Little girl, little girl, why are you crying?

Inside your restless soul, your heart is dying

Little one, little one, your soul is purging

Of love and razor blades your blood is surging

Run away from the river to the street

And find yourself with your face in the gutter

You're a stray for the Salvation Army

There is no place like home when you got no place to go

Little girl, little girl, your life is calling

The charlatans and saints of your abandon

Little one, little one, the sky is falling

Your lifeboat of deception is now sailing

In the wake (run away!) All the way, no rhyme or reason

Your bloodshot eyes will show your heart of treason

Little girl, little girl, you dirty liar

You're just a junkie preaching to the choir

Run away from the river to the street

And find yourself with your face in the gutter

You're a stray for the Salvation Army

There is no place like home when you got no place to go

The traces of blood always follow you home

Like the mascara tears from your getaway (Gloria!)

You're walking with blisters and running with shears

So unholy, sister of grace

Run away from the river to the street

And find yourself with your face in the gutter

You're a stray from the Salvation Army

There is no place like home...