Kiss the Ring
Hey, hey
We kill the girls to get paid
And put the whole damn room on the edge of a blade
You'll get far, stay clean
And if the world stops believin', I'll keep believin'
That the world could make a change (all I know is I won't stop believing)
And put the suicide dolls as the last ones to mate (all I know is I won't stop believing)
Come hard, stay clean (you're the next if you don't stop your creeping)
And sing songs for the damned now (you're the next if you)
Hail, hail, 'cause the king is gone
And if you don't stop believin', we'll keep believin'
You put the record on
And live the life that you're makin', shots that you're takin'
So grab the cash and run
And let the suits watch each other kill one another
It doesn't matter if the words don't mean a thing
You're gonna kiss that ring
Well, alright
Move like the wolves and keep the faith
There ain't a dry eye left in the back of the place
Is it hard to stay clean?
And if you all keep believin', I'll keep believin'
That the world drives the saints (all I know is I won't stop believing)
And puts a shotgun shell in the hills it makes (all I know is I won't stop believing)
So come hard, stay clean (you're the next if you don't stop your creeping)
Because you don't give a damn now (you're the next if you)
Hail, hail, 'cause the king is gone
And if you don't stop believin', we'll keep believin'
You got your leather on
And live the life that you're makin', shots that you're takin'
It doesn't matter if the words don't mean a thing
You gotta kiss that ring
(You gotta kiss that ring)
Hail, hail, 'cause the king is gone
Hail, hail, 'cause the king is gone
Hail, hail, 'cause the king is gone
Hail, hail, 'cause the king is, the king is gone
Hail, hail, hail, hail, hail, 'cause the king is gone
And if you don't stop believin', we'll keep believin'
And get your leather on
And live the life that you're makin', shots that you're takin'
So grab the cash and run
And let the suits watch each other kill one another
It doesn't matter if the words don't mean a thing
Fist up, head down
Hail, hail to the king
We kill the girls to get paid
And put the whole damn room on the edge of a blade
You'll get far, stay clean
And if the world stops believin', I'll keep believin'
That the world could make a change (all I know is I won't stop believing)
And put the suicide dolls as the last ones to mate (all I know is I won't stop believing)
Come hard, stay clean (you're the next if you don't stop your creeping)
And sing songs for the damned now (you're the next if you)
Hail, hail, 'cause the king is gone
And if you don't stop believin', we'll keep believin'
You put the record on
And live the life that you're makin', shots that you're takin'
So grab the cash and run
And let the suits watch each other kill one another
It doesn't matter if the words don't mean a thing
You're gonna kiss that ring
Well, alright
Move like the wolves and keep the faith
There ain't a dry eye left in the back of the place
Is it hard to stay clean?
And if you all keep believin', I'll keep believin'
That the world drives the saints (all I know is I won't stop believing)
And puts a shotgun shell in the hills it makes (all I know is I won't stop believing)
So come hard, stay clean (you're the next if you don't stop your creeping)
Because you don't give a damn now (you're the next if you)
Hail, hail, 'cause the king is gone
And if you don't stop believin', we'll keep believin'
You got your leather on
And live the life that you're makin', shots that you're takin'
It doesn't matter if the words don't mean a thing
You gotta kiss that ring
(You gotta kiss that ring)
Hail, hail, 'cause the king is gone
Hail, hail, 'cause the king is gone
Hail, hail, 'cause the king is gone
Hail, hail, 'cause the king is, the king is gone
Hail, hail, hail, hail, hail, 'cause the king is gone
And if you don't stop believin', we'll keep believin'
And get your leather on
And live the life that you're makin', shots that you're takin'
So grab the cash and run
And let the suits watch each other kill one another
It doesn't matter if the words don't mean a thing
Fist up, head down
Hail, hail to the king
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Way, Gerard Way, Ray Toro, Frank Iero
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