Well I can't take it, fake it anymore

everyone I know is a pimp or a whore


as ugly as sin and as sleazy as hell

everyone I know has got trash to sell

from the mouth's of babes come the words of the wise

please don't ask me to apologise

I load up my gun to play russian roulette

I'll take another drag on your funny cigarette

and I'll cry like a baby



Rally the troops, the battle lines are drawn

the darkest hour comes before dawn

don't you talk to me of self respect

'cos all I hear is cause and effect

I've got no bridges left to burn

got no place left to turn

I'm a shooting star ready to crash

don't want your credit I'll just take your cash

and I'll cry like a baby



Crawl back under your stone hide your face in shame

look to yourself 'cos I'm too easy to blame

the smell of burning martyr, the stench of decay

I'll trample over you if you get in my way

and I'll cry like a baby.

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