She paints her fingers with a close precision He starts to notice empty bottles of gin And takes a moment to assess the sin she's paid for A lonely speaker
Uh, oh, oh, oh, uh, oh, oh, oh Uh, oh, oh, oh, uh, oh, oh, oh You got these little things that you've been running from You either love it or guess you
Wild is the wind That strips away our sins Yours is the night but you You don't know where to begin But I heard you say you've got a feeling That it'
If I retreat, words, wars and symphonies Make room we're takin' over here You're the galantine, cold and alone, it suits you well Won't find me perching
I was fine, just a guy living on my own Waiting for the sky to fall Then you called and changed it all, doll Velvet lips and the eyes to pull me in We
Are you worth your weight in gold? 'Cause your behind my eyelids when I'm all alone Hey stranger, I want ya to catch me like a cold You and God both got
When the world gets too heavy Put it on my back, I'll be your levee You are taking me apart Like bad glue on a get well card It was always you falling
Only for you Only for you They said if you don't let it out You're gonna let it eat you away I'd rather be a cannibal, baby Animals like me don't talk
curses I got my vices, I got my vice verses These are my vice verses These are my vice verses Yeah These are my vice verses
vices are ruining your life, and on and on Your vices are ruining your life, your mind Your vices are ruining your life Why can't you stop that vice
control It's ripping and clawing tears you apart Virtues of vice breeds in all of our hearts. Bleed for me Bleed for me Bleed for me Virtues of vice
they keep it Under lock and key When it comes to love You've gotta shop around On and off, the foreman sellin' By the pound Like every kind of vice
Probably Run From Me, It's Like Dr. Jeckyl Meets Mr. Hyde That's Who I Really Am Deep Down Inside (Chorus:) Virtue And Vice, Fire And Ice, Which One Is Really Me. Virtue And Vice
American woman, stay away from me American woman, can't you let me be Don't come a hangin' around my door Don't wanna see your face no more More important
My mother was a b-girl My old man was a tramp Some folks say they conceived me On a loading ramp I was only fourteen Took to petty crime Stole from supermarkets
Standing at the station Waitin' for the train No money for a BLT Can't afford the plane Sat me down in a smoker Rolled me up a jay Time is up, runnin
You all know about sixty-nine Burnin' bones and bedside time Once again we meet tonight Get that touch of a magical light We're gonna hit it, we're gonna
Oh, alright Come on now Get a life Get a life (Gather up?) Flat on my back in a hotel bar With the sound of a jukebox in my head Wonderin' how I came
