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Be a crime if I offended you With my estranged religion I've been chain smoken cigarettes Since I felt my first ignition Don't want you to believe me Just want you to release me I'm the son of a preacher Ain't no angels in my head You're preachin' snow-white But the stain on your switchblade's red So don't expect no roses I never had much class Don't want Mona Lisa All I want is your trash In my veins Make it last For days Want your beast Need your rage Feel you burnin' up, sister In my veins Devil diggin' deeper I'm still hangin' by a thread Don't be talkin' about love Don't you know that superstition's dead And I ain't nobody' savior So don't expect no flash Don't want Mona Lisa All I want is your trash (Repeat Chorus) A graphic disposition Makes such a sexy girl You can turn the Kiss of Death Into Mother of Pearl Need your trash In my veins Make it last For days Want your beast In my cage Feel your burnin' up, sister In my veins
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