I'm a constant sinner, a conscience killer
I'm a righteous heartache
Never gonna let you get close to mine
I'm a punk every time
Give me little room and I'll spit in your eye
'Cause it don't mean all that much, does it?
But we never really had a choice
No, it don't mean all that much to us
But we never really had a choice
We're conscience killers
I'm a red-blooded sickness
There was no way around it
I'm a fine line teaser
Never been nothing but a cheater
I'm a son of the night
Give a little room and I'll spit in your eye
'Cause it don't mean all that much, does it?
But we never really had a choice
No, it don't mean all that much to us
But we never really had a choice
We're conscience killers
Don't want no conscience at all
I'm nails, I'm a knife
I'm a preacher with a gun, I'm a one man lie
I'm a king, I'm a ruse
I'm born again with no life to lose
'Cause it don't mean all that much, does it?
But we never really had a choice
No, it don't mean all that much to us
But we never really had a choice
We're conscience killers
Don't want no conscience at all
