The Tribute To Manila Lyrics - Singles - Love Like Blood

a blue neon cross on the tower 

is shining over manila's streets 

where they are standing and selling 

their breakable dolls bodies 

she said she is twelve years old 

and her name is arlene 

on her left forarm 

are some small scares to see 

beutiful faces and the call of the flash 

40 dolars for a life without choice 

when the trip is abating 

and a sober coldness through her body creeps 

she has the feeling to set her body 

from that crawling skin free 

so arlene cuts at her arms 

a fast cut with the razor blade 

empty eyes look tired and depressed 

unnamed glow in the eyes of nameless 

but ghostly white faces are still waiting 

blow up forever the fat old folks 

I wish to hear a voice that shouts 

they should be sent into hell 

they should be sent to the sword 

oh arlene don't cut yourself 

no more cuts 

no danger to death no 

no more cuts