"Key Entity Extraction IX - Shiloh The Selfish" lyrics
Ah, don't you tease me please, I'm fragile, you know
On my hands, my knees, I'm begging you so
These words I give to you
Don't mean much to help diffuse
The situation is taut between borrowed and bought
So look at me now, I'm breaking apart
Save your skin for the butcher is coming home
Hey doll, you're living in a slaughterhouse
Kiss his lips and let him walk right in, you sellout
Let him know that it's just business, you're just trying to live
In the wrong place, someone else's bed, why?
You can't beat yourself up, got no time to cry for help
Now get up, you're in the business of saving yourself
You can't find a better way, you can't leave me alone
No self-defense, no luck, I need some help
All our gods are here
Watch them all get off for cutting 'em off, cutting 'em off
Save your skin for the butcher is coming home
Hey doll, you're living in a slaughterhouse
Kiss his lips and let him walk right in, you sellout
Let him know that it's just business, you're just trying to live
In the wrong place, someone else's bed, why?
You can't beat yourself up, got no time to cry for help
Now get up, you're in the business of saving yourself
Oh, my dear, I'm yours, yours
The notion as we near the time
Of our lives, ripe with decay
Unknown to our dismay
The grave where I may lay
The cell, you know the drill
Useless mute of the dark
The cross, a token of fear
I can, I can hear and see everything before it's coming
Save your skin for the butcher is coming home
Hey doll, you're living in a slaughterhouse
Kiss his lips and let him walk right in, you sellout
Let him know that it's just business, you're just trying to live
In the wrong place, someone else's bed, why?
You can't beat yourself up, got no time to cry for help
Now get up, oh, get up
Now baby, it's just business, you're just trying to live
In the wrong place, someone else's bed, why?
You can't beat yourself up, got no time to cry for help
Now get up, you're in the business of saving yourself
You're in the business of saving yourself
On my hands, my knees, I'm begging you so
These words I give to you
Don't mean much to help diffuse
The situation is taut between borrowed and bought
So look at me now, I'm breaking apart
Save your skin for the butcher is coming home
Hey doll, you're living in a slaughterhouse
Kiss his lips and let him walk right in, you sellout
Let him know that it's just business, you're just trying to live
In the wrong place, someone else's bed, why?
You can't beat yourself up, got no time to cry for help
Now get up, you're in the business of saving yourself
You can't find a better way, you can't leave me alone
No self-defense, no luck, I need some help
All our gods are here
Watch them all get off for cutting 'em off, cutting 'em off
Save your skin for the butcher is coming home
Hey doll, you're living in a slaughterhouse
Kiss his lips and let him walk right in, you sellout
Let him know that it's just business, you're just trying to live
In the wrong place, someone else's bed, why?
You can't beat yourself up, got no time to cry for help
Now get up, you're in the business of saving yourself
Oh, my dear, I'm yours, yours
The notion as we near the time
Of our lives, ripe with decay
Unknown to our dismay
The grave where I may lay
The cell, you know the drill
Useless mute of the dark
The cross, a token of fear
I can, I can hear and see everything before it's coming
Save your skin for the butcher is coming home
Hey doll, you're living in a slaughterhouse
Kiss his lips and let him walk right in, you sellout
Let him know that it's just business, you're just trying to live
In the wrong place, someone else's bed, why?
You can't beat yourself up, got no time to cry for help
Now get up, oh, get up
Now baby, it's just business, you're just trying to live
In the wrong place, someone else's bed, why?
You can't beat yourself up, got no time to cry for help
Now get up, you're in the business of saving yourself
You're in the business of saving yourself
Writer(s): Claudio Paul Sanchez
