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, the rose on your coffin door

What's life like, bleeding on the floor, the floor, the floor?

Preach all you want, but who's gonna save me?

I keep a gun in 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 wanna follow something

Give me a better cause to lead

Just give me what I need

So, give me all your poison, and give me all your pills (fire at will)

And give me all your hopeless hearts and make me ill (fire at will)

You're running after something that you'll never kill (fire at will)

If this is what you want, then fire at will (fire at will)