For The Damned lyrics

I don`t care about the future now
`Cuz 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
Whoa

Lift your glasses for a final toast
L`haim, ching-ching 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
Whoa
The face of the damned
Oooh

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
Whoa!
The face of the damned
Sings about me, oh
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