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Sister... I'm not much a poet, but a criminal!
And you never had a chance

Love it, or leave it; you can't 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 of 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 give me all your poison,
And give me all your pills!
And give me 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 that 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 give me all your poison,
And give me all your pills!
And give me 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!

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 give me all your poison,
And give me all your pills!
And give me 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

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