The holy heathen who’s made a whore of
Everything I should’ve been, was always too late.
One did love me once but the rest still curse knowing.
To me it was all the same where I came
in the end.
I bankrupt my morality, all my apologies
I had to sell.
So I give rain checks with a high five
and a smile.
A charming dirtbag, this bad man’s life
of foolish fate.
It’s better to leave me be, cause what I am is who you’ll hate.