In the land of gods and monsters
I was an angel
Living in the garden of evil
Screwed that I needed
Shining like a fiery beacon
You got that medicine I need
Fame, liquor, love
Give it to me slowly
Put your hands on my waist
Do it softly
Me and God, we don't get along
So now I sing
No one's gonna take my soul away
I'm living like Jim Morrison
Headed towards a fuck up holiday
Motel sprees and I'm singing
Fuck yeah give it to me
This is heaven, What I truly want
It's innocence lost
Innocence lost
In the land of gods and monsters
I was an angel
Looking to get fucked hard
Like a groupie incognito
Posing as a real singer
Life imitates art
You got that medicine I need
Dope, shoot it up
Straight to the heart please
I don't really wanna know what's
Good good for me
God's dead, I said
'Baby that's alright with me'
No one's gonna take my soul away
I'm living like Jim Morrison
Headed towards a fuck up holiday
Motel sprees and I'm singing
Fuck yeah give it to me
This is heaven, what I truly want
It's innocence lost
Innocence lost
When you talk it's like a movie
and you're making me crazy
Cause life imitates art
If I get a little prettier can I be your baby?
You tell me
' Life isn't that hard'
No one's gonna take my soul away
I'm living like Jim Morrison
Headed towards a fuck up holiday
Motel sprees and I'm singing
Fuck yeah give it to me
This is heaven, what I truly want
It's innocence lost
Innocence lost.
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