Disheveled, drugged, and beaten
You kick me while I'm down
Through your lips of scorn I fade to gray
With your swiveling eye of judgement
Your masquerade of fear
Brace yourself you backed wrong horse, babe
Bow to your sins
They're the only things you'll ever really keep
The only things that ever let you sleep
The only ones you ever really loved
Were the sins you were dreaming up
To keep me hanging on