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