I'll pay your fines, I'll post your bail
Follow you past the gates of hell
I'll hawk the spoils, I won't hide a thing
I'll clip your wings, I'll clip your wigs
You look like some familiar face on the 27 club list
A silhouette in the mist, a Vampiric recidivist
A child caught in the shoplift, the end of love, too pure to resist
You look like the snake that Eve kissed
I'll change your bag, I'll wipe your ass
I'll pay those doctors and get a script for your grass
I'll close my eyes and close your mind
I'll clip your wings, I'll clip your wings