You're a sinner

born from a virgin

you're a mascarade again

you're a fighter

born the night that

the moon began its test

you're a fighter

don't deny that

your soul is black of death

you're a sinner, born a winner

the water you step in turns red

you're black and gold and sweat and mould

you'll never have your rest

you'll walk, and walk,

until you stop

and drop dead, any day