Mark where I stand when I'm alone
The lights are poppin
There's a psycho at home
A shake in my voice and a twitch in my eye
Lost one again in an outlaw's lie
Not my story baby
Not my story baby
Goth whore to humanity
Not my story baby
The bugs in my mouth and the drinks in your glass
Kick me sideways into the past
I'll drain you of all of your energy
And you'll get a bad connection when you walk around me
Lopsided head on my shoulder
Bullseye on my back
I'm on a fast train
But it's all on track
Yeah it's all on track
It's all on track
Lopsided head on my shoulder
Bullseye on my back
I'm new to this life
So cut me some slack
Cut me some slack
Cut me some slack
Cut me some slack
