Bodies (bodies!), bodies at midnightnBodies (bodies!), bodies at midnightnBodies (bodies!), bodies at midnightnEverybody's got a namennThe sun don't shine on the wretchednThere's no room for the poornAnd the girl working on the cornernUsed to be the girl next doornShe's somebody's little sisternAnd somebody wants her homenBut the city sees a bodynOn the streets alonennBodies (bodies!), bodies at midnightnBodies (bodies!), bodies at midnightnBodies (bodies!), bodies at midnightnEverybody's got a namennShe looks to be about 16nOut with the setting sunnThere's a vulture taking money fornWork he ain't ever donenAnother girl's gone missingnBut they all seem the samenThere'll be no front page storynFor a body without a namennBodies (bodies!), bodies at midnightnBodies (bodies!), bodies at midnightnBodies (bodies!), bodies at midnightnEverybody's got a name