Your Gun My Knife

Just get up on that stage, yeah yeah Just get up on and sing Make me a name the masses won't forget Puppets on a string You never once cared, when dreams have a price, you roll the dice The dollars spent away (But at the end of the day) I still owe you my soul and you'll always remind me (Don't you dare disobey, Don't you dare disobey) Bring your gun to my knife Your power in your money and names Thought you could pull the trigger (But we all go down in the dirty, dirty flames) Say it's all my fault You know to you it's all the same In your game of music and fame (But we all go down in the dirty, dirty flames) (Are you) Happy you've had the chance to use me? (Drown my) Bank account and exploit my sexuality (Can you) Cage the bird just to make you a penny? (Can the) Songbird sing to give you credibility? (Can you) Get her to get you back in the industry? (How long) Will she sing before her stomach is empty? (How much) More will you damage self-worth and sanity, When her world falls apart due to your apathy? Bring your gun to my knife Your power in your money and names Thought you could pull the trigger (But we all go down in the dirty, dirty flames) Say it's all my fault You know to you it's all the same In your game of music and fame (But we all go down in the dirty, dirty flames) Never thought that you would, Never thought that you could But I'll take the blame Never thought that you would, Never thought that you could Scratch out my name (Yeah!) God heal the hate! Bring your gun to my knife Your power in your money and names Thought you could pull the trigger (But we all go down in the dirty, dirty flames) Say it's all my fault You know to you it's all the same In your game of music and fame (But we all go down in the dirty, dirty flames)