Through my disdain and endless bravado I've published such lust It's thought of as curious Now I imply dead space we can't trust. So what? So we say so. Yes, but
Who's the gospel and who is the plain truth? Who's the misprint and who is just slander? And who's the corpse and who is the carcass? Show me a saint and I'll show you their blood lust.
Through my disdain and endless bravado I've published such lust It's thought of as curious Now I imply dead space we can't trust So what? So we say so. Yes, but
Who's the gospel and who's the plain truth? And who's the misprint, and who is just slander? And who's the corpse, and who is the carcass? Show me a saint and I'll show you their blood lust."
Tonight I'm going out like A pusher to a cockfight So cocksure, cavorting My way to the spotlight
And then and then and then and then I will see what I mean