The people down the street are packing up As if they found a neighbor doing witchcraft There isn't anybody I could trust So I'm alone dancing to a click track What's wrong with me? I count to three I screwed it up to the Judas tree I bow my head, I turn my eyes, I run away Night by your side I tried to make it better, one candle in the rain But there's no way around it, now I get off on the pain I get off on the pain Lord have mercy on my soul Now I wonder if a man could fly With all his sins suspended from his body Each of us was born to live and die But I could never follow orthodoxy What's wrong with me? I count to three I screwed it up to the Judas tree I bow my head, I turn my eyes, I run away Night by your side I tried to make it better, one candle in the rain But there's no way around it, now I get off on the pain I get off on the pain Lord have mercy on my soul I look into my glass and feel my wasting skin And say, would God it came to pass, my heart had shrunk as thin For then I, undistressed, my heart's grown cold to me Could only wait my endless rest with equity What's wrong with me? I count to three I screwed it up to the Judas tree I bow my head, I turn my eyes, I run away Right by your side I tried to make it better, one candle in the rain But there's no way around it, now I get off on the pain I get off on the pain It's in my DNA Lord have mercy on my soul Lord have mercy on my soul