Now, honey I'm not much a poet
But for one, you never had a chance

Love it, leave it
You'll never understand
But what a pretty face carrying on and on

Red is love
Like the rose on my coffin door
What's life without bleeding on the floor?

   You didn't make me leave
I wear this by the sleeve
Give me a reason to believe

So give me all your poison
And give me all your pills
Give me all the broken hearts and make me ill
If this is what you want
Then fire at will

Say all you want but who's going to save me?
We point the gun, just the one you gave me
Hallelujah, lock and load