Okay...just one more:
"You can hide 'neath your covers and study your pain.
Make crosses from your lovers, throw roses in the rain.
Waste your summer prayin' in vain for a savior to rise from these streets."
"You can hide 'neath your covers and study your pain.
Make crosses from your lovers, throw roses in the rain.
Waste your summer prayin' in vain for a savior to rise from these streets."