Maybe There′s A Fever
Burning On The Inside
Waiting For The DemonsTo Come And Lick The Tears Dry

But I'm Still Begging For The
Pale Sugar Water
Eyes Lazy For The Truth
Am I, Still Waiting Like A
Lamb To The Slaughter
Does Your God Believe In You?

Maybe, I′m A Total Wreck
So Drain My Blood Until There's Nothing Left
Maybe, I Won't Repent
Live A Lie And Let The Vultures In

Maybe, I
(I, I, I, I)
Will Make A Mess Of Me
(I, I, I, I)
Will Make A Mess Of Me

Maybe There′s A Saviour
A Cowboy With The Right Mind
Smoking From The Razor
Cutting Just To Feel Nice

But I′m Still Begging For The
Pale Sugar Water
Eyes Lazy For The Truth
Am I, Still Waiting Like A
Lamb To The Slaughter
Does Your God Believe In You?

Oh, Maybe, I'm A Total Wreck
So Drain My Blood Until There′s Nothing Left
Maybe, I Won't Repent
Live A Lie And Let The Vultures In

Maybe, I
(I, I, I, I)
Will Make A Mess Of Me
(I, I, I, I)
Will Make A Mess Of Me

Maybe, I′m A Total Wreck
So Drain My Blood Until There's Nothing Left
Maybe, I Won′t Repent
Live A Lie And Let The Vultures In

Maybe, I
(I, I, I, I)
Will Make A Mess Of Me
(I, I, I, I)
Will Make A Mess Of Me

(I, I, I, I)
Will Make A Mess Of Me
(I, I, I, I)
Will Make A Mess Of Me