How we are , ain' t how we were,
Innocense , is for the birds,
Now we are poison , and we don' t care,
We have no shame , we strip you bare,
And you so precious , lost in smoke,
Too busy laughing , to see the joke,
Nobody knows if you won or you lost,
Into the palace or up on the cross,
Into the gravy or into the ground,
We just don' t want you around,
Sucker
What we want , ain' t what we get,
Rags to riches , ain' t workin yet,
For we are monsters , we love our work,
Raise your voice , you bite the dirt,
And you so patient , lost in dreams,
Too busy crying , to hear the screams,
Nobody knows if you lost or you won,
In with the girlies or under the gun,
Into the sunshine or under the blade,
We gonna dance on your grave,
Sucker
What we do is break the law,
We tasted blood and wanted more,
For we are murder , we like it fine,
No quarter , we draw the line,
And you so gracious , lost in time,
Too busy killing , to see the crime,
Love it or hate it you're gonna pay,
All of us here gonna ruin your day,
Into the palace or into the pit,
We think you're just full of shit,
Nobody cares if you' re in or you' re out,
Were gonna give you a smack in the mouth,
Whether you go or whether you stay,
I guess it just ain' t your day,
Sucker
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