Let it burn in your eyes,
Your cover is blown this time, and you knew,
But you knew this was gonna happen; you could taste the red hands,
And like the flies, you'll eat the worst of everything,
And you knew this was gonna happen; you could taste the red hands.
But you needed this, you needed this,
You needed this, you needed this.
There's a glossary of dirty words for people just like you,
And only for people like you I reserve the words:
"Backstabbers" and "Money whores", and "Dirty, rotten millionaires," and "Always wanting more."
Pull wool on my eyes,
Like a crooked, burnt-out saint, I believed and soaked in every word you said, always tasting red hands,
But the fight never ended and we're all here,
Singing loud for revolution, but, sitting battles out.
But you needed this, you needed this,
You needed this, you needed this.
There's a glossary of dirty words for people just like you,
And only for people like you I reserve the words:
"Backstabbers" and "Money whores", and "Dirty, rotten millionaires," and "Always wanting more."
And it's sick outside, but I'm trying to keep you alive,
And it's sick outside, but I'm trying to keep you alive,
And it's sick outside, but I'm trying to keep you alive.
There's a glossary of dirty words for people just like you,
And only for people like you I reserve the words:
"Backstabbers" and "Money whores", and "Dirty, rotten millionaires," and "Always wanting more."
And all fingers are pointing right at you,
And all fingers are pointing right at you
And all fingers are pointing right at you
And all fingers are pointing right at...
But I burned this down for you.
