A waking world of innocence So grave those first born cries When life begins with needles and pins It ends with Swords and Knives Oh dangerman, oh dangerman Your blade fits like a glove When forged in steel Time cannot heal That blood red bond of love In times of trouble you're an open book With the change in the way you look And its sad love's not enough to make things better Turn the tables, we'll burn the fables Lies beneath the visions and daydreams Fooled by now, we mystify the past Like a dream, like it never happened When life begins with needles and pins It ends with Swords and Knives God save those born to die