let's not play this game of chance

and for a second just forget

that this is all going to end

with or without our regrets

you can't help but feel a little sick

walking down whyte ave, our bodies hand in hand

calling out for some more shit you'll never get

fucking just to forgive

lying to make you feel like you're not done yet

who's gonna be there when you've finally lost your head

and your misery's on a killing spree

piling bodies around your bed

you're no god damn man

you're no god, damn man.