Bulletboys

I dont care about the future now
Cuz it dont care about me
Paparazzi, glitter, gossips
Lord they always crucify me
Street urchin baby
Its someones old lady on the lam
Hes the man of the hour
And anyone whos seen the face of the damned
Whoa
Lift your glasses for a final toast
Lhaim, ching-ching cheers
Degredated, desecrated
Been playin Russian roulette for all my years
Shes a street urchin baby
Its someones old lady on the lam
Hes the man of the hour
And anyone whos seen the face of the damned
Whoa
The face of the damned
Oooh
Theres a message here you probably wont get
Just what Im thinking about
That the bad die young
And the good will never carry the clout, ooh
Shes a street urchin baby
Its someones old lady on the lam
Hes the man of the hour
And anyone whos seen the face of the damned
Its 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
Whoa!
The face of the damned
Sings about me, oh
[ For The Damned Lyrics ]