Winger

Be a crime if I offended you
With my estranged religion
I've been chain smoken cigarettes
Since I felt my first ignition
Don't want you to believe me
Just want you to release me
I'm the son of a preacher
Ain't no angels in my head
You're preachin' snow-white
But the stain on your
switchblade's red
So don't expect no roses
I never had much class
Don't want Mona Lisa
All I want is your trash
In my veins
Make it last
For days
Want your beast
Need your rage
Feel you burnin' up, sister
In my veins
Devil diggin' deeper