Whiskey breath, a sigarette in my hand
we didnt want for this war to begin
You'll never see me care
Who's gonna care when I am dead?

You know I see right through you
Because you see right through me
You know that I dont like you
because you dont like me

chours:
ooh here [bad word] [bad word] 'round the bend
and for the first time
you see the devil's eyes

among all longing of this world
lost inside my mind
it's something you dont like
a sign between their eyes

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