To the best of my recollection:
IT'S not fate, or chance
just some money in the bank
burn the devils, gather their bricks
Drive them into the fire, the bloody pricks.
It's a screaming mess
And I am the prisoner.
IT'S not fate, or chance
just some money in the bank
burn the devils, gather their bricks
Drive them into the fire, the bloody pricks.
It's a screaming mess
And I am the prisoner.