Sister, I'm not much a poet, but a criminal
And you never had a chance,
love it, or leave it, you cant understand
a pretty face but you do so carry on,
And on,
And on
I wouldn't front the scene if you paid me
I'm just the way that the doctor made me,
On and on,
And on,
And on
Love is the red the rose on your coffin door
What's life like bleeding on the floor?
The floor,
The floor
You'll never make me leave
I wear this on my sleeve
Give me a reason to believe
So gimme all your poison
And gimme all your pills
And gimme all your hopeless hearts
and make me ill
You're running after something
That you'll never kill
If this is what you want
Then fire at will
Preach all you want, but who's gonna save me?
I keep a gun on the book you gave me,
Hallelujah, lock and load
Black is the kiss, the touch of the serpent son,
It ain't the mark or the scar that makes you one
And one,
And one,
And one
You'll never make me leave
I wear this on my sleeve
Give me a reason to believe
So gimme all your poison
And gimme all your pills
And gimme all your hopeless hearts
And make me ill
You're running after something
That you'll never kill
If this is what you want
Then fire at will
(guitar solo)
You'll never make me leave
I wear this on my sleeve
You wanna follow something
Give me a better cause to lead
Just give me what I need
Give me a reason to believe
So gimme all your poison
And gimme all your pills
And gimme all your hopeless hearts
And make me ill
You're running after something
That you'll never kill
If this is what you want
Then fire at will
So give me all your poison (fire at will..)
And gimme all your pills
(fire at will..)And gimme all your hopeless hearts
and make me ill
You're running after something (fire at will..)
That you'll never kill
If this is what you want (fire at will..)
Then fire at will