I say, hello to your sister
Shes the one that I want
I hear she's got a pocket full of angels
I tell her, I'll be her mirror
And we pretend that we're virgins
A silver lining stay on golden roses
Cut the skin, but you won't bruise it
'Cause they're girls and they know how to use it
Born to kill, unfortunate son
Juice and gin and coming undone
Bottle spins, suck on your thumb
Born again, son of a gun
Say, hi for me to Jesus
I hadn't seen Him for a while
He blew a kiss, it missed me by a mile
I caught your smile at the funeral
It wasn't as white as the wedding
We on our knees, oh, darlin' please and we'll do our communion
Cut the skin, but you won't bruise it
'Cause they're girls and they know how to use it
Born to kill, unfortunate son
Juice an gin and coming undone
Bottle spins, suck on your thumb
Born again, son of a gun
Born again, son of a gun
Born again, son of a gun
Born again, son of a gun
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