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 Payed Me

I'm Just The Way That The Doctor Made Me, On,

And On,

And On,

And On

Love Is The Red Of 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 Beleive


So Give Me All You 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 That You Gave Me, Hallelujah,

Lock And Load

Black Is The Kiss, The Touch Of The Serpeant Sun

Beneath The Mark Of The Scar That Makes You Run,

And Run,

And Run,

And Run


You'll Never Make Me Leave

I Wear This On My Sleeve

Give Me A Reason To Beleive


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 Beleive


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

And Give Me All Your Pills

And Give Me All Your Hopeless Hearts

And Make M