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 paid 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 believe 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 Preach all you want but who's gonna save me? I keep a gun on the book you gave me, hallelujah, lock and load Black is the kiss, the touch of the serpent sun It ain't the mark or the scar that makes you one, And one, And one, And one You'll never make me leave I wear this on my sleeve Give me a reason to believe 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 want to follow something Give me a better cause to lead Just give me what I need Give me a reason to believe 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 me ill You're running after something That you'll never kill If this is what you want Then fire at will