Low-life
And you tend to form your sentences from words wrote
on your hands, oh
But you wake up the rhythm in me, and you wake up the
rhyme
I thought you were special but you're low-life
And you've got no inhibitions and you're almost always
rude
And I don't know where your mind is when my hands are
touching you, oh
But you wake up the rhythm in me, you wake up the
rhyme
I thought you were special but you're low-life,
low-life, low-life
Low, low-life
And when you pull the trigger in me, my life isn't
mine
They said you were special but you're low-life
And you wake up the rhythm in me, and you wake up the
rhyme
I thought you were special but you're low-life,
low-life, low-life
Low
Low-life, low-life, low-life
Low