� Little girl, little girl, why are you crying? Inside your restless soul, your heart is dying Little one, little one, your soul is purging Of love and razor blades, your blood is surging Run away from the river to the street And find yourself with your face in the gutter You're safe for the Salvation Army There is no place to go We got no place to go Little girl, little girl, your life is calling The charlatans and saints of your abandon Little one, little one, the sky is falling Your lifeblood of deception is now sailing In the wake, all the way to rhyme or reason Your bloodshot eyes will show your heart of treason Little girl, little girl, you dirty liar You're just a junkie preaching to the choir Run away from the river to the street And find yourself with your face in the gutter You're safe for the Salvation Army There is no place to call We got no place to go A train seems to pull and always follow you home Like the masquerade tears from your getaway You're walking with blisters and running with *** Is someone holding him? Sister Prince Sister Prince Run away from the river to the street And find yourself with your face in the gutter You're safe from the Salvation Army There is no place to call There is no place to call