Rescue us, with our figureheads in cut-out bins Even punks need safety pins Rescue us, because I don't want to be a hero anymore When I was a girl, I murdered my parents I thought that I could sing my way to Paris I thought that I could Rescue us with our photocopied tragedies Even goths need rosaries Rescue us, because I don't want to be your hero anymore When I was a girl, I murdered my parents I thought that I could sing my way to Paris I thought that I could It was never this cold in my dreams And I think I might have fought for the wrong side Da da, da da, da da, da da, da da