Better Crime

Can you think of a better crime you'd rather be committing
Than leading me on, leading me on, leading me on
Can you think of a bigger fool you'd rather have submitting
You're leading me on, leading me on, leading me on

Could you bite off the wings
And spit out the parts
Of innocent things
With innocent hearts

Could you gouge out the eyes of virginal sight
And blind me with love, then knock out the lights

Could you think of a crueler joke you'd rather be playing
Than leading me on, leading me on, leading me on
Can you think of a viler lie you'd rather be saying
You're leading me on, leading me on, leading me on

Could you torment the child
Until he grows cold
And chastise the young
Until he feels old

Could you lash out at love, the infatuate boy
Put salt in the wounds, it's the pain you enjoy

Can love be so painful it renders you fearful
Can love be so filthy it makes you feel guilty
Is this what we hope for
And beg for
And lie for
Is this what we kill for
And live for
And die for

Can you think of a worse insult you'd rather be making
Than leading me on, leading me on, leading me on
Can you think of a bigger heart you'd rather be breaking
You're leading me on, leading me on, leading me on

Can you torture a pet
Of an innocent child
And turn it from gentle
Till it's vicious and wild

Could you laugh at the boy who is hurting inside
And make him feel low, and destroy all his pride