Down in the streets where the drunks are asleep the whores are parading their bodies tonight Up in the shadows where music is haunted I hear the screams of their insane delights And I paint, all of the peasants sowing their fields with crows in the sky I'll never find true love in this life for I was born to walk cursed and die Kiss my eyes, you'll only taste suicide why oh why must I feel this way So I paint, all of the peasants sowing their fields with crows in the sky I'll never find true love in this life for I was born to walk cursed and die So I paint, all of the peasants sowing their fields with crows in the sky I'll never find true love in this life for I was born to walk cursed and die