Paroles: Whitley. Poison In Our Pockets.

We have poison in our pockets
We have hatred in our hearts
And as the bombs fly overhead
We dance 'till we see red

And we're becoming shadows
And we're becoming silhouettes

We have a knife in our back
We have a friend in black
And as the words fly overhead
We smile

And we're becoming shadows
And we're becoming silhouettes

I have a secret in the dark
I have you on my mind
We have poison in our pockets
But we have love in our hearts

And we're becoming shadows
And we're becoming silhouettes