Barell Of A Gun (Depeche Mode)

Do you mean this horny creep
Set upon weary feet
Who looks in need of sleep
That doesn‘t come
 
This twisted, tortured mess
This bed of sinfulness
Who‘s longing for some rest
And feeling numb
 
What do you expect of me
What is it you want
Whatever you‘ve planned for me
I‘m not the one
 
A vicious appetite
Visits me each night
And won‘t be satisfied
Won‘t be denied
 
An unbearable pain
A beating in my brain
That leaves the mark of Cain
Right here inside
 
What am I supposed to do
When everything that I‘ve done
Is leading me to conclude
I‘m not the one
 
Whatever I‘ve done
I‘ve been staring down the barrel of a gun
 
Is there something you need from me
Are you having your fun
I never agreed to be
Your holy one
 
Whatever I‘ve done
I‘ve been staring down the barrel of a gun 

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