Run For Your Money Lyrics

You're done

With a lifetime of feeding on a bitter man's

Pain

Suspended in the shackles of what you need to

Behave

Like an illness that kills and kills and kills

An infection of lies to transfer your guilt

Close to the end of life

Close to the end of pain

I got no ace up my sleeve

No friends to help when i'm in need

You're existence's a sin

And you'll probably win

but i'll give you a fucking run for your money

More

I know you want it adrenaline shot to the

core

Of your being the thrill of a fight never

fails

Like a drug you want more and more and more

Can't wake up my performance ain't over yet

Close to the end of life

Close to the end of pain

I got no ace up my sleeve

No friends to help when i'm in need

You're existence's a sin

And you'll probably win

but i'll give you a fucking run for your money

I got no ace up my sleeve

No friends to help when i'm in need

You're existence's a sin

And you'll probably win

but i'll give you a fucking run for your money