How we are, ain't how we were,
Innocence is for the birds,
Now we are poison, and we don't care,
We have no shame, we strip you bare,
And we 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 working 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 to crying, to hear the screams
Nobody cares 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 we want more,
For we are murder, we like it fine,
And you so gracious, lost in time,
To 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 your just full of shit,
Nobody cares if you're in or you're out,
We're gonna give you a smack in the mouth,
Whether you go or whether you stay,
I guess it's just ain't your day,
Sucker
Writer(s): Ian Fraser Kilmister, Philip Anthony Campbell, Michael Kiriakos Delaoglou
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