Lyrics

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
Writer(s): Terrence Matlin, Elmar Weyland, Henrik Roger Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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