I've been doing a lot of bad things without you And all the damned things I knew confound you As satan his devils try to take my hand And the angels on my shoulders try to tell me that they understand Oh well, oh well
I\"ve been chewing the skin in my mouth without you I've been insecure and cruel without you As satan his devils try to take my hand And the angels on my shoulders try to tell me that they understand Oh well, oh well I don't call your name without a good reason, lord I don't call your name without a good reason, lord
I've been chewing the skin in my mouth without you I'm thinking all the blood in my mouth means something And if I'm ready for spitting it out I need to know what it's all about, oh nothing?