Little sister’s running from a green baby haze
Stumbles to the corner, hasn’t seen the sun for days
Looking for the vampire last seen dealing in the park
Busted for possession now he’s really made his mark

And it’s a strange way to live for a young thing
A long way to come back from the edge
She’s walking on that line; gone before her time
It’s a strange, strange way to live

She goes to see the Half-man he can give her what she needs
Half-man looks her over and he don’t like what he sees
He says “little sister, where’ve been and how’d you get this way?”
She begs him for a little taste to get her through the day

And it’s a strange way to live…

Old father confessor gets the wrong end of the stick
Tries his best to help her but it only makes her sick
Why’s she so tormented now? She’s just not seeing clear
Haunted by the voices that only she can hear

And it’s a strange way to live