Im so sick
Im so bad
And Im so bad.
I give love
Like you never had
I made love to a corpse
Im the fire to your torch
You fill my life with hypocrisy
You fill the sin with intimacy
I know the future and it looks so bad
Youre a jet set mother with a pistol bag
I made love to a corpse
Im the fire to your torch
Solo
Jet set mother with a pistol bag
Jet set mother with a pistol bag
Jet set mother with a pistol bag
Jet set mother with a pistol bag
Jet set mother with a pistol bag
Jet set mother with a pistol bag
I made love to a corpse
Im the fire to your torch
I made love to a corpse
Im the fire to your torch
A heart stops fast with one white line
Dont look now! but I think its time!
When you grip your fingers right through your neck
Going to rip your spine till you cry to death
yeah yeah yeah