Horns

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Bloodshot eyes and a deadbeat stance Shit-for-brains, I'm a game of chance One cut, two cut, counting scars Three cut, horns up behind the bars [Chorus] I'm not your patron saint, I'm not your patron saint Horns up or down and now horns up, I am your warpaint You're not my angel, dear - you're not my angel, dear Let's make it crystal clear - horns up, I'm your worst fear [Verse 2] It's not the cough that carries me off It's the motherfuckin coffin they carry me off in [Verse 3] It's not the cough that carries you off It's the coffin they carry you off in [Chorus] I'm not your patron saint, I'm not your patron saint Horns up or down and now horns up, I am your warpaint You're not my angel, dear - you're not my angel, dear Let's make it crystal clear - horns up, I'm your worst fear [Verse 4] One shot, ten shot, just in case Is what it takes to get you out of my face If I wake up strapped up in my bed You can slit my wrists, I'd rather be dead [Instrumental Break] [Chorus] I'm not your patron saint, I'm not your patron saint Horns up or down and now horns up, I am your warpaint You're not my angel, dear - you're not my angel, dear Let's make it crystal clear - horns up, I am your worst fear