You don't need a disclaimer
You're not really famous
So get your f*cking chin out of the sky
I will never stop 'til I'm on top, create a new diversion
Virgins begging for a hit with original style
I don't need a disclaimer to get into heaven
I know I've made mistakes
I don't need to be saved
Holiness is f*cking televised
Fakers profiteering
Pioneer a new religion, stealing money for God
One, two, three, four
Crossed out, wrists bound
Everybody get down
Come on and get me
Come on and get me
Blacked out, ghost town
Light it up and burn it down
You wanna blame me?
You never met me
On your knees
Just a slave to a God of nothing (Hey Hey)
Try and judge me
(I'll) tie that rope around your neck and kick your throne out
F*ck you
You don't need a disclaimer
You're not really famous
So get your f*cking nose out of my life
Unprotected sex confession
Sharing needles at the altar
Father, f*cking little kids, makes you holier than thou
F*ck you
One, two, three, four
Crossed out, wrists bound
Everybody get down
Come on and get me
Come on and get me
Blacked out ghost town
Light it up and burn it down
You wanna blame me?
You never met me
On your knees
Just a slave to a God of nothing (Hey Hey)
Try and judge me
(I'll) tie that rope around your neck and kick your
Almost every major issue I see that faces opposition in the world today
Is a product of religious bigotry or criminal intent in the name of God
Who the f*ck are you to tell me what I can't do or say?
No thanks, f*ck you
It's my life, my body and my love to give
Dear Ignorance, I'll see you in hell
Crossed out, wrists bound (There is no cure for divine infection)
Everybody get down (There is no cure for divine infection)
Come on and get me
Come on and get me
Blacked out ghost Town
Light it up and burn it down
You wanna blame me?
You never met me
F*ck you
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You don't need a disclaimer
You're not really famous
So get your f*cking chin out of the sky
I will never stop 'til I'm on top, create a new diversion
Virgins begging for a hit with original style
I don't need a disclaimer to get into heaven
I know I've made mistakes
I don't need to be saved
Holiness is f*cking televised
Fakers profiteering
Pioneer a new religion, stealing money for God
One, two, three, four
Crossed out, wrists bound
Everybody get down
Come on and get me
Come on and get me
Blacked out, ghost town
Light it up and burn it down
You wanna blame me?
You never met me
On your knees
Just a slave to a God of nothing (Hey Hey)
Try and judge me
(I'll) tie that rope around your neck and kick your throne out
F*ck you
You don't need a disclaimer
You're not really famous
So get your f*cking nose out of my life
Unprotected sex confession
Sharing needles at the altar
Father, f*cking little kids, makes you holier than thou
F*ck you
One, two, three, four
Crossed out, wrists bound
Everybody get down
Come on and get me
Come on and get me
Blacked out ghost town
Light it up and burn it down
You wanna blame me?
You never met me
On your knees
Just a slave to a God of nothing (Hey Hey)
Try and judge me
(I'll) tie that rope around your neck and kick your
Almost every major issue I see that faces opposition in the world today
Is a product of religious bigotry or criminal intent in the name of God
Who the f*ck are you to tell me what I can't do or say?
No thanks, f*ck you
It's my life, my body and my love to give
Dear Ignorance, I'll see you in hell
Crossed out, wrists bound (There is no cure for divine infection)
Everybody get down (There is no cure for divine infection)
Come on and get me
Come on and get me
Blacked out ghost Town
Light it up and burn it down
You wanna blame me?
You never met me
F*ck you
You're not really famous
So get your f*cking chin out of the sky
I will never stop 'til I'm on top, create a new diversion
Virgins begging for a hit with original style
I don't need a disclaimer to get into heaven
I know I've made mistakes
I don't need to be saved
Holiness is f*cking televised
Fakers profiteering
Pioneer a new religion, stealing money for God
One, two, three, four
Crossed out, wrists bound
Everybody get down
Come on and get me
Come on and get me
Blacked out, ghost town
Light it up and burn it down
You wanna blame me?
You never met me
On your knees
Just a slave to a God of nothing (Hey Hey)
Try and judge me
(I'll) tie that rope around your neck and kick your throne out
F*ck you
You don't need a disclaimer
You're not really famous
So get your f*cking nose out of my life
Unprotected sex confession
Sharing needles at the altar
Father, f*cking little kids, makes you holier than thou
F*ck you
One, two, three, four
Crossed out, wrists bound
Everybody get down
Come on and get me
Come on and get me
Blacked out ghost town
Light it up and burn it down
You wanna blame me?
You never met me
On your knees
Just a slave to a God of nothing (Hey Hey)
Try and judge me
(I'll) tie that rope around your neck and kick your
Almost every major issue I see that faces opposition in the world today
Is a product of religious bigotry or criminal intent in the name of God
Who the f*ck are you to tell me what I can't do or say?
No thanks, f*ck you
It's my life, my body and my love to give
Dear Ignorance, I'll see you in hell
Crossed out, wrists bound (There is no cure for divine infection)
Everybody get down (There is no cure for divine infection)
Come on and get me
Come on and get me
Blacked out ghost Town
Light it up and burn it down
You wanna blame me?
You never met me
F*ck you
Writer: Chris Cerulli, Tim Skold
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC