Lost deep inside of my dirty old soul
Some starry-eyed boy never taught self control
The cost of my living was more than I planned
So I held a needle like a gun in my hand
And I wish I was who I appear
Cause I despise the man in the mirror
The memories I've got torture my head
And I don't know God but I heard he was dead
And if I am wrong in judgement I stand
I will not repent cause I don't give a damn
You can send me to Hell with the rest of my friends.











