Stuck in a storm forever Pissing into the wind And I hung you out to dry on a cross with the bastard cheats and their sins I get a taste of what lies underneath When I find the bits of you in between my teeth Sell your cheap words to the filthy poor This will keep warm when you can't no more
No one can see you the way I see you
Swallow words I never said Down the road to my guts But its not paved with gold It's running riot with sluts
These streets ain't paved with gold anymore They're running riot with sluts