Gracias por el veneno ...

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 paid me

I'm just the way that the doctor made me,

on,

and on,

and on,

and on

Love is the red 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 your 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

Preach all you want but who's gonna save me?

I keep a gun on the book you gave me, hallelujah, lock and load

Black is the kiss, the touch of the serpent son

It ain't the mark or the scar that makes you one,

and one,

and one,

and one

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

So give me all your 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 your 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

So give me all your poison (Fire at will)

And give me all your pills

And give me all your hopeless hearts (Fire at will)

And make me ill

You're running after something (Fire at will)

That you'll never kill If this is what you want (Fire at will)

Then fire at will