Stuck in a storm forever
Pissing into the wind
And I hung you out to dry on a cross with the bastard cheats and their sins
I get a taste of what lies underneath
When I find the bits of you in between my teeth
Sell your cheap words to the filthy poor
This will keep warm when you can't no more
No one can see you the way I see you
Swallow words I never said
Down the road to my guts
But its not paved with gold
It's running riot with sluts
These streets ain't paved with gold anymore
They're running riot with sluts