Texty: Pedro The Lion. Breadwinner You.

A sinking feeling has been lurking at your door
That it is real you can't deny you must ignore

Sing like the angel that you know you'll never be
And try to pin the blame on me

The heart that beats inside your chest, the awful need
It burns with holy fire, righteousness, and greed

Sing like the angel that you know you'll never be
And try to pin the blame on me


Like the angel that you know you'll never be
As you still try and pin the blame
On me

Aha?¦