| The Jekyll-Hyde of you | |
| I can't survive the tide of you | |
| The vicious style of love, the whining | |
| Pits and pendulums of lying | |
| I don't see how you survive in | |
| Hard-line worlds you're advertising | |
| Sneaky features, facing, waiting | |
| City sex is so frustrating | |
| Chorus: | |
| Young savage | |
| Young savage | |
| She's like a steel wall | |
| Speaks like a dance hall | |
| Young savage | |
| Young savage | |
| Anything goes where no-one knows your name | |
| The mirror love of vixens | |
| Gets over the mask of victims | |
| Money rents you insulation | |
| Tenderness, asphyxiation | |
| Someone else's flesh to borrow | |
| Sling it from your bed tomorrow | |
| ? sorrow | |
| Look behind the face it's hollow | |
| (Chorus) | |
| (Chorus) | |
| The broken heart of you | |
| Who stole, who stole a part of you | |
| Changing blossoms into piss | |
| And taking bites from every kiss | |
| The past is dead, tomorrow's too far | |
| All the chemicals that bar us | |
| Coloured hair, cheap tattoos | |
| That tell you all their points of view | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Condemned to be a stranger | |
| Subway dweller, dead-end danger | |
| Peeking through the dust of friends | |
| Who never gave, they'd only lend | |
| Every sneer is thrown away | |
| With practised gestures of disdain | |
| The outlaw stance is so pedantic | |
| Hate the world, it's so romantic | |
| (Chorus) |