Doin’ Damage

I might say I've got a rattlesnake in my leather pants
But I ain’t askin' you to stroke its skin
I've got a bottle of Jack that I’m about to crack
You don't have to put your lips to the rim

I'm just a [?], got my tongue in gear
Talk my way out of anythin'
So don't you go complainin' 'bout the things that I'm explainin’
Or hold me up in charge of your sin

You can punch me in the face if you wanna
Let me know what you’re doin' it for
You can throw me on the streets by the neck, boy
Tell me why you showed me the door

Pick a fight with you if you want me to
Ain’t ashamed of the things I've done
Yes, I don't mind doin' damage to you
Doin’ damage to yourself is more fun

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(Doin' damagе)

A junkie, a thief and a mugger I'vе been
Committed every sin known to man
But the way that I sleep and the way that I see
I'm convinced I know just who I am

I prove to myself beyond a shadow of doubt
I ain't trying to take care of your soul
I'm a rumble in the attic, a deep, dark panic
Are you still runnin' out of control?

Punch me in the face if you wanna
Let me know what you're doin' it for
You can throw me on the street by the neck, boy
Tell me why you showed me the door

Pick a fight with you if you want me to
Ain't ashamed of the things I've done
I don't mind doin' damage to you
Doin' damage to yourself is more fun

Doin' damage
D-d-doin' damage, yeah
I'm doin' damage
I, I'm doin' damage

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