You know I walk this city
What an innocent man
But you're full of pity
I don't want you here
At the way of my stare
You're not welcome here
I'm starving, starving, starving
Better be aware
It's another mistake
Another bad luck bet
I've finally had enough
Oh, bring it in
Cut me up inside
Oh, bring it in
On the tips of knives
Oh, bring it in
I'm calling
Take all I am
And pick away the bad from good parts
Of my violent heart
My violent heart
You said it's golden, golden, golden
But I really, really beg to differ
Oh, I should be committed
I'm not a decent man
At least I admit it
What have you got there?
Make a point with your hands
In the shape of prayer
So alarming-larming-larming
To think he'd even care
It's another mistake
Another bad luck bet
I've finally had enough
Oh, bring it in
Cut me up inside
Oh, bring it in
On the tips of knives
Oh, bring it in
I'm calling
Take all I am
And pick away the bad from good parts
Of my violent heart
My violent heart
Uh, you said it's golden, golden, golden
But I really, really beg to differ
But I really, really beg to differ
Oh, bring it in
Cut me up inside
Oh, bring it in
On the tips of knives
Oh, bring it in
I'm calling
Take all I am
And pick away the bad from good parts
Of my violent heart
My violent heart
Uh, you said it's golden, golden, golden
But I really, really beg to
Golden, golden, golden
But I really, really beg to
Golden, golden, golden
But I really, really beg to differ
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