For The Damned by BulletBoys Lyrics

I don't care about the future, now
'Cause it don't care about me
Paparazzi, glitter, gossips
Lord, they always crucify me

Street urchin baby
It's someone's old lady on the lam
He's the man of the hour
And anyone who's seen the face of the damned , woah

Lift your glasses for a final toast
L'chaim, chin-chin, cheers
Degredated, desecrated
Been playin' Russian roulette for all my years

She's a street urchin baby
It's someone's old lady on the lam
He's the man of the hour
And anyone who's seen the face of the damned, woah
The face of the damned, ooh
There's a message here you probably won't get
Just what I'm thinking about
That the bad die young
And the good will never carry the clout, ooh

She's a street urchin baby
It's someone's old lady on the lam
He's the man of the hour
And anyone who's seen the face of the damned

It's a chip on a shoulder
As a woman grows older without grace
A priest with a problem
With anyone who wears the face of the damned, woah
The face of the damned
Sings about me, oh