I˜m so sick
I'm so bad
And I'm so bad.
I give love
Like you never had

I made love to a corpse
I'm the fire to your torch

You fill my life with hypocrisy
You fill the sin with intimacy
I know the future and it looks so bad
You're a jet set mother with a pistol bag
I made love to a corpse
I'm the fire to your torch

Solo

Jet set mother with a pistol bag
Jet set mother with a pistol bag
Jet set mother with a pistol bag
Jet set mother with a pistol bag
Jet set mother with a pistol bag
Jet set mother with a pistol bag

I made love to a corpse
I'm the fire to your torch
I made love to a corpse
I'm the fire to your torch

A heart stops fast with one white line
œDon't look now!? but I think it's time!
When you grip your fingers right through your neck¦
¦Going to rip your spine till you cry to death
yeah yeah yeah