Innocence

Dead boy, sad girl, mad people, bad old world
Angry teacher, see you standing in the square
Fucked up preacher, I don't think you really care
If you're right, or you're wrong
'Cause it only makes sense when we're singing your song
I can make you innocent

Well, do you like what you do, does it put you in the mood
Can I have a... Can I have her. Oh, let me lick you thru and thru
Ahh! I'll take you, and show you the truth
If it's right, or it's wrong
You'll only make sense when you're singing my song

Innocence, in a sense, I can make you innocent