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
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
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
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
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
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