How I disapprove of this all
I want the tragic
The kiss without love
I don't give a fuck you and your money
Just give me magic
Your hand I can hold and let's go
Mama got a loaded gun
One day she will put you down

And I got a fickle heartbeat
I don't care when I come home
I don't care when I come home
I forget that I'm more than ever
I don't care when I come home
I don't care when I come home, oh no!

And now I found my merry
Oh how she kiss me
We fuck with a touch
It's more than enough
It's more than enough
It's more than enough
It's all that I got

And I got a fickle heartbeat
I don't care when I come home
I don't care when I come home
I forget that I'm more than ever
I don't care when I come home
I don't care when I come home, oh no!
And then me and a fickle face
We would fight for a fickle hand
And forget what we wanted
And forget what we wanted
'Cause we know life's fickle like the sand
Oh, can I tell you I'm sorry
When I'll meet you there

In this business, we're the bunch of misfits
Always on the head list, always gotta duck and run
In a mission, it's about a mission
You gotta listen and you gotta know when to stop
And I can say I'm sorry, sorry bout the things that I break
Nobody can fix me, baby I'm the oldest mistake

And I got a fickle heartbeat
I don't care when I come home
I don't care when I come home
I forget that I'm more than ever
I don't care when I come home
I don't care when I come home, oh no!

And then me and a fickle face
We would fight for a fickle hand
And forget what we wanted
And forget what we wanted
'Cause we know life's fickle like the sand
Oh, can I tell you I'm sorry
When I'll meet you there