Now your pulse is in my palm and you stand hands to mouth
This child of disease
Wool over our eyes
The Christ of the moment
Then kid I got a really big fucking surprise
Only starting up the first round of the fight
Wool over our eyes
So hang on tight
There won't be a next time
Wearing your disguise
I suppose you thought you had our hands behind our backs
The outlaw youth are
So blow him away
Now your pulse is in my palm and you stand hands to mouth
I suppose you thought you
Hey come on and take the new number
Now your pulse is in my palm and you stand hands to mouth
I suppose you thought you had our hands behind our backs
This mob is a riot
The devil's own are
I suppose you thought you
'Cause everything's not alright
Is jabbing the womb
This boy is a curse
Pulled the wool over our eyes
Wool over our eyes
Dear mother, the needle
To the ballroom
I suppose you thought you
It's pretty apparent
Only emptying the first round of the night
This party's about to kick off
I suppose you thought you had our hands behind our backs
Draw back and release
Tonight is the wrong night
I suppose you thought you
I suppose you thought you
Wearing your disguise
If you're next in line
Wearing your disguise
I suppose you thought you
