Your fear of love is oldnyou're damned and you don't have a soulnyou're feeling lovely, well come on let me hurt you, cause I don't feel at allnyou know how to push my buttonsnyou're smelling cold roses, that you picked from mother Mary's gardennyou got a lot of blood left in that dead soulnyou know how to push my buttonsnyour fear of love is old, you're damned and you don't have a soulnyou're feeling lovely well just let me help you feel, feel like dirt