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 Halfman, he can give her what she needs. Halfman looks her over and he don't like what he sees|He says little sister where you been, and how'd you get this way?|She begs him for a little taste to get he through the day|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|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 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|