You'd never imagine
us bringing a loaded gun
to the ballroom
this party's about to kick off

tonight is the wrong night
The devil's own are only starting up
the first round of the fight
so hang on tight

dear mother the needle
is jabbing the Womb
draw back and release
this child of disease
this mob is a riot

the outlaw youth are only emptying
the first round of
The night 'cause everything's not alright

I suppose you thought you
had our hands behind our backs
wool over our eyes
now Your pulse is in my palm and
you stand hands to mouth
wearing your disguise

it's pretty apparent
this boy is a curse
the Christ of the moment
so blow him away hey come on
and take the new number
if you're next in line then kid I got a really
Big f___ing surprise
there won't be a next time

I suppose you thought you
had our hands behind our backs
wool over our eyes
now Your pulse is in my palm and
you stand hands to mouth
wearing your disguise

I suppose you thought you (x3)
Pulled the wool over our eyes

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