I say hello to your sister I hear shes got a pocket full of angels
I tell her I'll be her mirror And we pretend that we're virgins A silver lining stay on golden roses
Cut the skin, but you won't bruise it 'Cause they're girls, and they know how to use it
Born to kill, unfortunate son... Juice & gin, and coming undone Bottle spins, suck on your thumb
I hadn't seen him for a while He blew a kiss, it missed me by a mile
I caught your smile at the funeral It wasn't as white as the wedding we on our knees, oh darlin' please, and we'll do our communion
Born to kill, unfortunate son... Juice & gin, and coming undone Bottle spins, suck on your thumb
Born again, SON OF A GUN... Born again, SON OF A GUN... Born again, SON OF A GUN... Born again, SON OF A GUN...