Lyrics
Been doing a lot of damned things without you
And all the damned things I do confound you
Yeah, Satan and his devils try to take my hand
And the angels on my shoulder try to tell me that they understand
Oh well, oh well
Been chewing the skin in my mouth without you
Been insecure and cruel without you
Yeah, Satan and his devils try to take my hand
And the angels on my shoulder try to tell me that they understand
Oh well, oh well
I don't wanna call your name without a good reason, Lord
I don't call your name without a good reason, Lord
Lord, Lord
I've been chewing the skin in my mouth without you
Thinking all the blood in my mouth means something
And if I'm ready for spitting it out
I need to know what it's all about, oh nothing?
