Merci pour le venin

Sister, I'm not much a poet, 

but a criminal .
And you never had a chance .
Love it, or leave it, you can't understand
A pretty face, but you do so carry on,
and on,
and on

I wouldn't front the scene if you payed me
I'm just the way that the doctor made me, on,
and on,
and on,
and on .

Love is the red of the rose on your coffin door
What's life like, bleeding on the floor?
the floor,
the floor

You'll never make me leave
I wear this on my sleeve
Give me a reason to believe

So give me all you poison
And give me all your pills
And give me all your hopeless hearts
And make me ill

You're running after something
That you'll never kill
If this is what you want
Then fire at will

Dish all you want but who's gonna save me?
I keep a gun on the bunk you gave me

Hallelujah, lock and load .
Black is the kiss, the touch of the serpeant sun
Beneath the mark of the scar that makes you run,
and run,
and run,
and run

You'll never make me leave
I wear this on my sleeve
Give me a reason to believe

So give me all you poison
And give me all your pills
And give me all your hopeless hearts
And make me ill
 

You're running after something
That you'll never kill
If this is what you want
Then fire at will

You'll never make me leave
I wear this on my sleeve
You wanna follow something
Give me a better cause to lead
Just give me what I need
Give me a reason to believe  

So give me all you poison
And give me all your pills
And give me all your hopeless hearts
And make me ill
 

You're running after something
That you'll never kill
If this is what you want
Then fire at will