Marc Almond - Satan's Child

You always like to dress in black
To mourn the feelings that you lack
Sorrow, anger, hurt and pain
Forever on attack

Always saw the other view
Didn't know what you should do
Never got told the honest truth
You feel it twisted up your youth

Now your
Satan's child
Always running, mercy young and
Satan's child
On the darker side of wild
(Yeah)

Oh Yeah