Bulletboys - For The Damned Lyrics
I don't care about the future now'Cuz it don't care about mePaparazzi, glitter, gossipsLord they always crucify meStreet urchin babyIt's someone's old lady on the lamHe's the man of the hourAnd anyone who's seen the face of the damnedWhoaLift your glasses for a final toastL'haim, ching-ching cheersDegredated, desecratedBeen playin' Russian roulette for all my yearsShe's a street urchin babyIt's someone's old lady on the lamHe's the man of the hourAnd anyone who's seen the face of the damnedWhoaThe face of the damnedOoohThere's a message here you probably won't getJust what I'm thinking aboutThat the bad die youngAnd the good will never carry the clout, oohShe's a street urchin babyIt's someone's old lady on the lamHe's the man of the hourAnd anyone who's seen the face of the damnedIt's a chip on a shoulderAs a woman grows older without graceA priest with a problemWith anyone who wears the face of the damnedWhoa!The face of the damnedSings about me, oh
