"Conscience Killer" by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
I’m a red-blooded sickness There was no way around it I’m a fine line teaser Never been nothing but a cheater I’m a son of the night Give a little room and I’ll spit in your eye
Cause it don’t mean all that much, does it? But we never really had a choice No it don’t mean all that much to us But we never really had a choice We’re conscience killers Don’t want no conscience at all
I’m nails I’m a knife I’m a preacher with a gun I’m a one man lie I’m a king I’m a ruse I’m born again with no life to lose
Yeah, the night’s not over You’re not trying hard enough, Our lives are changing lanes You ran me off the road, The wait is over I’m now taking over, You’re no longer laughing I’m not drowning fast enough.