Scorpio Rising (2006)

written by Brett Anderson

there's anger in their skin, it's just a style for them,
they move with murder in their veins,
by cardboard filled - in doors they pass the day like whores
and kiss their innocence away

scorpio rising, scorpio rising, scorpio rising , it's on the wind

their lives are analyzed by intellectual types who know the depth of their disease,
and love is just a game to pass the hours away,
to spend in deference on your knees,

scorpio rising, scorpio rising, scorpio rising, it's on the wind