Just get up on that stage yeah yeah
Just get up on and sing
Make me a name the masses won't forget
Puppets on a string
You never once cared when dreams have a price you roll the dice
The dollars spent away
But at the end of the day
I still owe you my soul and you'll always remind me
Don't you dare disobey
Don't you dare disobey
Bring your gun to my knife
Your power in your money and names
Thought you could pull the trigger
But we all go down in the dirty dirty flames
Say it's all my fault
You know to you it's all the same
In your game of music and fame
But we all go down in the dirty dirty flames
Are you
Happy you've had the chance to use me
Drown my
Bank account and exploit my sexuality
Can you
Cage the bird just to make you a penny
Can the
Songbird sing to give you credibility
Can you
Get her to get you back in the industry
How long
Will she sing before her stomach is empty
How much
More will you damage self-worth and sanity
When her world falls apart due to your apathy
Bring your gun to my knife
Your power in your money and names
Thought you could pull the trigger
But we all go down in the dirty dirty flames
Say it's all my fault
You know to you it's all the same
In your game of music and fame
But we all go down in the dirty dirty flames
Never thought that you would
Never thought that you could
But I'll take the blame
Never thought that you would
Never thought that you could
Scratch out my name
Yeah
God heal the hate
Bring your gun to my knife
Your power in your money and names
Thought you could pull the trigger
But we all go down in the dirty dirty flames
Say it's all my fault
You know to you it's all the same
In your game of music and fame
But we all go down in the dirty dirty flames
