Letras
Killers sleep soft in warm beds
Without a thought for the dead
Nothing beats the look that's in your eye
As you bend to pour my wine
Hey, keep the change
Hard times come for those who cross me
New York City
The bitter end
And when I turn my back
You will cease to exist
This I know
I'm not like you at all
Any line that defined us as twins
Was a lie I told
A Lie I told