You get off when I sell my soul
Which is okay as long I pretend to have self-control
So I can wrap myself up in somewhere in between
And from you point of view it seems to be for my own benefit

Here comes the helicopters
They're gonna shoot me down
They've sent cops to knock me out
And named streets after murderers
Here comes the helicopters
They're gonna shoot me down
I got pepper spray all over me
So I guess this is a goodbye

You get off when I sell my soul
Which is okay as long as I wear enough leather
To keep going with the show
So when my blood pressure goes down
I can pretend to act like a normal man
But I'm lost