When I was four years old

I thought that love was unpredictable

When I was twelve years old

I knew that love was unsexual

Where do I begin?

Where do I begin?

I'm not exceptional

Where do I begin?

Where do I begin?

I'm not a child of love

I am a child of sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)

Sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)

Sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)

Sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)

I am a child of sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)

Sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)

Sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)

When you were nine years old

We terrorized these streets

From dusk till dawn

But when I turned sixteen

My dirty hands would bleed

From banging at your door

Where should I begin?

Where should I begin?

I'd seen it all before

And it will never end

It will never end

You're not a child of love

You're a child of sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)

Sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)

Sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)

Sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)

You're a child of sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)

Sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)

Sin (sin, sin, sin, sin), sin

There's nothing inside of me

So what will become of me?

I don't need your sympathy

You're a child of sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)

Sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)

Sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)

Sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)

I am a child of sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)

Sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)

Sin (sin, sin, sin, sin)

Now, twenty-nine years old

And I know your love was unacceptable