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

I am a child of 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

You're a child of 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

I am a child of sin

Sin

Sin.

Now, twenty-nine years old

And I know your love was unacceptable.