I'm not your patron saint You're not my angel dear Horns up or down and now horns up I am your warpaint Lets make this crystal clear Horns up I am your worst fear Bloodshot eyes and a dead beat stance Shit for brains I'm a game of change One cut, two cut

Why'd you have to go And let it die In too deep And let this die Beautiful veins And bloodshot eyes (Why'd you have to go) (And let it die) Hearts gone cold

And I know what's on your mind God knows I put it there But if I took it back Well you'd be nowhere You'd be nowhere again In my cold arms Weekend wreckers take the streets With abandon in their eyes But in our bedroom we're bloodshot and beat

I want you to know this I want you to know just what I feel You told me through sacred lies I told you once with bloodshot eyes You told me don't ask Just stay away from me You violate, and yourself a man