In the gutter gasoline nSuffocates our self esteemnDesensitize, desensitize menHopeless hearts anesthetize menYour voice will light our streets nwhen you are gonennThis town is a garbage pilenIf it takes us down, nWe'll go out in stylenShe swears she's seen godnAnd we''re all forsakennHide the guitars, man,nThere's windows breakin'nThere is blood spilled on our streets when You are gonenThe blood will cleanse our streets when You are gonenAnd I'm left screaming on this thoroughfare,nLies a perfect angel with scattered hairnyou tell me it's been lurkingnThis whole time down therenJust to carry you away from here nnIn the gutter gasolinenIt shimmers like a serpent queennJunk yard dogs bring angel choirsnmy fortune caught with pipes and wiresnI worship at their feet when you are gonenI worship at their feet when you are gone