Mercy
The bedroom smells like cigarettes and sex
Machine gun hips and a red corvette
She knows I'm bad but I know she likes it
And I don't know what she's gonna do next
I'm begging her for mercy
She's out of my league
And I'm the king of nothing
She's the nightshade queen
And I'm begging her for mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy
And I'm begging her for mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy
Forget about love I want death from above
Tried a new mask and it fits like a glove
She makes me wanna hurt somebody
She haunts my dreams and it's so fucked up
I'm begging her for mercy
She's out of my league
And I'm the king of nothing
She's the nightshade queen
I'm begging her for mercy
I'm down on my knees
She's the Mona Lisa
With a hold on me
And I'm begging her for mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy
And I'm begging her for mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy
September love, November pain
I'm half alive but I'll play her game
I'm a fly in the vaseline
Cover me in gasoline
I'm begging her for mercy
She's out of my league
And I'm the king of nothing
She's the nightshade queen
I'm begging her for mercy
I'm down on my knees
She's the Mona Lisa
With a hold on me
And I'm begging her for mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy
And I'm begging her for mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy
Machine gun hips and a red corvette
She knows I'm bad but I know she likes it
And I don't know what she's gonna do next
I'm begging her for mercy
She's out of my league
And I'm the king of nothing
She's the nightshade queen
And I'm begging her for mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy
And I'm begging her for mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy
Forget about love I want death from above
Tried a new mask and it fits like a glove
She makes me wanna hurt somebody
She haunts my dreams and it's so fucked up
I'm begging her for mercy
She's out of my league
And I'm the king of nothing
She's the nightshade queen
I'm begging her for mercy
I'm down on my knees
She's the Mona Lisa
With a hold on me
And I'm begging her for mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy
And I'm begging her for mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy
September love, November pain
I'm half alive but I'll play her game
I'm a fly in the vaseline
Cover me in gasoline
I'm begging her for mercy
She's out of my league
And I'm the king of nothing
She's the nightshade queen
I'm begging her for mercy
I'm down on my knees
She's the Mona Lisa
With a hold on me
And I'm begging her for mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy
And I'm begging her for mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy
Credits
Writer(s): Christian Medice, Adam Jensen
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