Men they make money
It says that they care
They donât know love
But they make it somewhere
I stood in their prison
Canât sing in this air
Born of beauty and sin
Oh God
Leave a light on for him
Weâre designed to be different
Can you tear down these walls
Speak for yourself
When he follows he falls
Youâre the best of this world
And the worse thing of all
Man of beauty and sin
Oh God
Leave a light on for him
