"(Escape From) The Fake Clink" lyrics

I met the king of cheap shots
Living life amongst you fools!

I'm razor blades for you
I'm live and die for her
I'm Manson Family for you
I'm hope and pray for you
I'm razor blades (I burnt your clothes in the street)
I'm live and die (I worship God and your feet)
It left my mind blank (The sound of your voice)
I burnt your clothes at your feet (Makes me feel like sharpening knives)

This poison tastes like shit (Charlie)
Yet we choose to live with it (Sharon)
It seems simple (Way out)
So we ask for more (Way out)

I burnt your clothes in the street
Burnt your clothes in the street (And now you bend to hell and my feet)
I burnt your clothes at your feet (Darling the sound of your pretty voice)
Points out the lies that we dread (Makes me feel like sharpening knives)

This poison tastes like shit (Sharon)
Yet we choose to live with it (Charlie)
It seems simple (Way out)
I'm razor blades (Way out, Sharon)
For you (Charlie)
For you (Way out)
For you! (Way out)

I watched you die
And out of guilt
I watched you die
Out of forgiveness
Die (I watched you die)
No (Out of guilt)
I watched you die ([?])

The sound of your voice
Like sharpening knives
The sound of your voice
Like sharpening knives!