Texty písní Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

Conscience Killer

I'm a constant sinner

A conscience killer

I'm a righteous heartache

Never gonna let you get close to mine

I'm a punk every time

Give me 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

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

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