I'm a constant sinner - A conscience killer. I'm a righteous heartache, Never gonna let you get close to mine. I'm a punk, every time, Give me little room and I'll spit in your eye.
Cause it don't mean all that much, does it? But we never really had a choice, No it don't mean all that much to us, But we never really had a choice. We're conscience killers!
I'm a red-blooded sickness There was no way around it I'm a fine line teaser Never been nothing but a cheater I'm a son of the night Give a little room and I'll spit in your eye
Cause it don't mean all that much, does it? But we never really had a choice No it don't mean all that much to us But we never really had a choice We're conscience killers Don't want no conscience at all
I'm nails I'm a knife I'm a preacher with a gun I'm a one man lie I'm a king I'm a ruse I'm born again with no life to lose
Cause it don't mean all that much, does it? But we never really had a choice No it don't mean all that much to us But we never really had a choice We're conscience killers Don't want no conscience at all