If you're 555, then I'm 666 If your 555, I'm 666 (Whats it like to be a heretic?) I'm a popstar threat and I'm not dead yet Got a super dred bet with an angel drug head Like a dead beat winner, I want to be a sinner An idolized bang for the industry

Hey you've got to hide your love away ! Here I stand with head in hand I turn my face to the wall If she's gone I can't go on Feeling two foot small Everywhere people stare Each and every day I can hear them laugh at me And I hear them say

Is this love, is this love, is this love We'll share the shelter, of my single bed Is this love that I'm feelin'? We'll be together, with a roof right over our heads I, I'm willing and able So I throw my cards on your table I want to love you every day

Oh, the guns of Brixton You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to When they kick at your front door How you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun Shot down on the pavement

I don't care what you say anymore this is my life Go ahead with your own life leave me alone I don't need you to worry for me 'cause I'm alright I don't want you to tell me it's time to come home I never said you had to offer me a second chance I never

Oh, my daddy said shoot And men like me come around He said take care of your mother Watch out for your sister With his gun, with his head held high He told me not to cry With his right hand on his rifle He swore it on the bible My daddy said shoot

Na, na, na you can't control it Understand one thing You can't control it If and when you drink From this vast ocean Mom forget to tuck you in Make you begin a war within your head One that you could never win Send in the troops, send insecurities

Woke up on the wrong side of the bed And if you see her, just remember She's looking up while you're looking down Turn your whole world around for a kiss And now she walk around town with her head sewn on the wrong way Little miss like to put on blush,

I want to lock you up inside my heart What do I do to lock you up inside my heart? I always wanted you, sometimes it's hard I wanted you from the start I'm in your head It's a long way home, but I'm making my way With so many things still left to say I

Du, du, du, du With their tanks, and their bombs And their bombs, and their guns In your head, in your head Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie What's in your head, in your head Another head hangs lowly Child is slowly taken And the violence, caused such silence