Uh

Well the crooks are out
And the streets are grey
You know I wouldn't have it 
Any other way
Yeah
Your mothers words 
are ringin still
But your mother 
don't pay our bills

Yeah

sinister kid
Is a kid [bad word] to meet his maker
child thats sprinting
The day hes born
Straight into his Makers arms
And thats me, thats me
The boy with the broken halo
That's me, thats me
The devil wont
Let me be

I've got a tortured mind
And my blade is sharp
[bad word] In the dark
If I kill a man in the first degree
Baby would you 
Would you flee with me?

Yeah

sinister kid
Is a kid [bad word] to meet his maker
child thats sprinting
The day hes born
Straight into his Makers arms
And thats me, thats me
The boy with the broken halo
That's me, thats me
The devil wont
Let me be

Alright

sinister kid
Is a kid [bad word] to meet his maker
child thats sprinting
The day hes born
Straight into his Makers arms
And thats me, thats me
The boy with the broken halo
That's me, thats me
The devil wont
Let me be