Upon the sand, upon the bay
"There is a quick and easy way" you say
Before you illustrate
I´d rather state:
"I´m not the man you think I am
I´m not the man you think I am"

And Sorrow´s native son
He will not smile for anyone

And Pretty Girls Make Graves
Oh...

End of the pier, end of the bay
You tug my arm, and say: "Give in to lust,
Give up to lust, oh heaven knows we´ll
Soon be dust... "

Oh, I´m not the man you think I am
I´m not the man you think I am

And Sorrow´s native son
He will not rise for anyone

And Pretty Girls Make Graves
Oh really?
Oh...

I could have been wild and I could have
Been free
But Nature played this trick on me

She wants it Now
And she will not wait
But she´s too rough
And I´m too delicate

Then, on the sand
Another man, he takes her hand
A smile lights up her stupid face
(and well, it would)

I lost my faith in Womanhood
I lost my faith in Womanhood
I lost my faith...
Oh...

Hand in glove...
The sun shines out of our behinds...
Oh...