The best things in life don't make sense
It's a compliment to me to hear you screaming.
I'm hidden in the scream when the virgin dies, I'm the ache in the belly when your baby cries, and I'm the burning sensation when the convict fries.
I always think that you should be striving to write your best song.
Sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll is easy. True christianity…that's rebellion.
I hear you calling and it's needles and pins (And pins) I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name Don't want to touch you but you're under my skin (Deep in) I want to kiss you but your lips are venomous poison