Why should you stop here now and drop the crown, there's not much in demand
Just keep on playing like a reckless clown, she's just a one-night-stand
Like dreaming, soaring high
There's no one in command
He used to wallow here in filth and blood like all the other swine
Soaring high and s**ing mud with lack of control in mind
Like dreaming hand in hand
She was just a one-night-stand
Why should you give up on your faith now?
I like it this way in filth and blood
Like all the other swine in mud
I like it this way of losing brain
Losing mind with little pain
I like it this way in filth and blood
Like a wounded swinelord s**ing mud
I like it this way of losing sense
Losing cool for the last offence
She used to kneel before the swine with shaking bony a**
s**ing mud before the lords, dancing for their slimy cash
No clue of reality
Lack of morality
Why should you give up on your faith now?
I like it this way in filth and blood
Like all the other swine in mud
I like it this way of losing brain
Losing mind with little pain
I like it this way in filth and blood
Like a wounded swinelord s**ing mud
I like it this way of losing sense
Losing cool for the last offence
I like it this way in filth and blood
Like all the other swine in mud
I like it this way of losing brain
Losing mind with little pain
I like it this way in filth and blood
Like a wounded swinelord s**ing mud
I like it this way of losing sense
Losing cool for the last offence