Yeah
Yeah
Huh
Huh
Huh
Rough around the edges
But a real smooth talker
Pretty looking son of a
Go calm, collected
With a bad attitude in the face of an angel
Jump in,
ready for the breakdown Wild,
let em all escape now
Victory is love pretending Watch me bleed and dry my envy out
Little spiders crawling up my arms and down my spine
Living in this hell I wanna run away and die
The children in the town are marching
forward We're trying to stick a drum,
quick up the
blood,
think I can't wash it down The children
in the town are marching forward
We're trying to stick a drum,
quick up the blood,
think I can't wash it down