[Verse 1]
Sister, I'm not much a poet, but a criminal
And you never had a chance
Love it, or leave it, you can't understand
A pretty face, but you do so carry on
And on, and on, and on
[Bridge]
I wouldn't front the scene if you paid me
I'm just the way that the doctor made me, on
And on, and on, and on
Love is the red the rose on your coffin door
What's life like, bleeding on the floor
The floor, the floor, the floor
[Pre-Chorus]
You'll never make me leave
I wear this on my sleeve
Give me a reason to believe
[Chorus]
So give me all your poison
And give me all your pills
And give me all your hopeless hearts
And make me ill
You're running after something
That you'll never kill
If this is what you want
Then fire at will
Sister, I'm not much a poet, but a criminal
And you never had a chance
Love it, or leave it, you can't understand
A pretty face, but you do so carry on
And on, and on, and on
[Bridge]
I wouldn't front the scene if you paid me
I'm just the way that the doctor made me, on
And on, and on, and on
Love is the red the rose on your coffin door
What's life like, bleeding on the floor
The floor, the floor, the floor
[Pre-Chorus]
You'll never make me leave
I wear this on my sleeve
Give me a reason to believe
[Chorus]
So give me all your poison
And give me all your pills
And give me all your hopeless hearts
And make me ill
You're running after something
That you'll never kill
If this is what you want
Then fire at will
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