Such a saint, but such a whore
So self-aware, so full of shit
I'm contemplating, thinkin' about thinkin'
It's overrated, just get another drink and
They're selling razor blades and mirrors in the street
I pray when I'm coming down, you'll be asleep
If I ever hurt you, your revenge will be so sweet
Because I'm scum, and I'm your son
So rock 'n' roll, so corporate suit
So need your love, so fuck you all
I'm not scared of dying, I just don't want to
If I stop lying, I'll just disappoint you
They're selling razor blades and mirrors in the street
I pray when I'm coming down, you'll be asleep
If I ever hurt you, your revenge will be so sweet
Because I'm scum, and I'm your son
So write another ballad, mix it on a Wednesday
Sell it on a Thursday buy a yacht on Saturday
Do another interview, sing a bunch of lies
Tell about celebrities that I despise
And sing love songs, we sing love songs so sincere
They're selling razor blades and mirrors in the street
I pray when I'm coming down, you'll be asleep