Mark where I stand when I'm alone The lights are poppin There's a psycho at home A shake in my voice and a twitch in my eye Lost one again in an outlaw's lie
Not my story baby Not my story baby Goth whore to humanity Not my story baby
The bugs in my mouth and the drinks in your glass Kick me sideways into the past I'll drain you of all of your energy And you'll get a bad connection when you walk around me
Lopsided head on my shoulder Bullseye on my back I'm on a fast train But it's all on track Yeah it's all on track It's all on track
Lopsided head on my shoulder Bullseye on my back I'm new to this life So cut me some slack
Cut me some slack Cut me some slack Cut me some slack
