I am young, and I am in love Post apocalyptic? Sure. But it's something I'm working on. Equipped with a rifle and a bible I should be fine, with the holiness by my side.
But what's the good in a God by my side... When the devil creeps around my neck Like a snake? We march in the damnation parade We're cast, ill-starred in an operatic gun ballet
I apologize, I have prior affairs I've arranged: A date with the gallows And I can't be late. I don't care much for your advice This drink here is rather convincing But your horns and tail tell me otherwise. So I'm getting the hell out of here The stench of deceit is far too much to bare.
And when we dance- Oh how we'll dance Before a conflux of crows Like wolves I can't help but Lick my lips at the thought of Biting into your skin and tasting grace Oh God what I'd give To feel the slightest bit alive again. To feel the slightest bit alive To feel the slightest bit of temptation Has a killer body temptation Like wolves I can't help but Lick my lips at the thought... That boys got the devil inside him.