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For The DamnedI don't care about the future, now'Cause it don't care about me Paparazzi, glitter, gossips Lord, they always crucify me Street urchin baby It's someone's old lady on the lam He's the man of the hour And anyone who's seen the face of the damned, woah Lift your glasses for a final toast L'chaim, chin-chin, cheers Degredated, desecrated Been playin' Russian roulette for all my years She's a street urchin baby It's someone's old lady on the lam He's the man of the hour And anyone who's seen the face of the damned, woah The face of the damned, ooh There's a message here you probably won't get Just what I'm thinking about That the bad die young And the good will never carry the clout, ooh She's a street urchin baby It's someone's old lady on the lam He's the man of the hour And anyone who's seen the face of the damned It's a chip on a shoulder As a woman grows older without grace A priest with a problem With anyone who wears the face of the damned, woah The face of the damned Sings about me, oh |