under the breath of every saint
my name's on the tip of their tongue
stabbing a fork in my fate
for the deeds that i've done
i got nothing to hide
my red hand's on the gun
not tryin' to get on your good side
not here to charm anyone
CHORUS:
ain't no lie
i'm wicked as they come
ain't no lie
i'm the devil's bastard son
you better run while you can
never gave good sense much thought
treated it just like a tramp
never listened to anyone
what makes you think i'd listen to it