WE ARE CHAOS
Some, you know, you need to find some help for you
If you say that we're ill
Give us your pills, hope we'll just go away
But once you've inhaled death
Everything else is perfume
Maybe I'm just a mystery
I can end up your misery
Maybe I'm just a mystery
I can end up your misery
In the end, we all end up in a garbage dump
But I'll be the one that's holding your hand
We are sick, fucked up and complicated
We are chaos, we can't be cured
We are sick, fucked up and complicated
We are chaos, we can't be cured
Maybe I'm just a mystery
I can be your misery
Maybe I'm just a mystery
Marry with the left hand
So far, so far from the mad'nin' crowd
We are sick, fucked up and complicated
We are chaos, we can't be cured
We are sick, fucked up and complicated
We are chaos, we can't be cured
Am I a man or a show, a moment?
The man in the moon or a man
Of all seasons?
Will I be in at the kill
With you?
We are sick, fucked up and complicated
We are chaos, we can't be cured
We are sick, fucked up and complicated
We are chaos, we can't be cured
We are sick, fucked up and complicated
We are chaos, we can't be cured
We are sick, fucked up and complicated
We are chaos, we can't be cured
We are sick
If you say that we're ill
Give us your pills, hope we'll just go away
But once you've inhaled death
Everything else is perfume
Maybe I'm just a mystery
I can end up your misery
Maybe I'm just a mystery
I can end up your misery
In the end, we all end up in a garbage dump
But I'll be the one that's holding your hand
We are sick, fucked up and complicated
We are chaos, we can't be cured
We are sick, fucked up and complicated
We are chaos, we can't be cured
Maybe I'm just a mystery
I can be your misery
Maybe I'm just a mystery
Marry with the left hand
So far, so far from the mad'nin' crowd
We are sick, fucked up and complicated
We are chaos, we can't be cured
We are sick, fucked up and complicated
We are chaos, we can't be cured
Am I a man or a show, a moment?
The man in the moon or a man
Of all seasons?
Will I be in at the kill
With you?
We are sick, fucked up and complicated
We are chaos, we can't be cured
We are sick, fucked up and complicated
We are chaos, we can't be cured
We are sick, fucked up and complicated
We are chaos, we can't be cured
We are sick, fucked up and complicated
We are chaos, we can't be cured
We are sick
Credits
Writer(s): Shooter Jennings, Brian Hugh Warner
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