Paroles de Mean

Born a cop in uniform in black vinyl gloves
I don't hate you for your steel-toed boots
Or your handcuffs
You are the way you always were
You like your cruel games
But i am not so quick to break
I count my gain in blood & pain

I like it when it hurts like hell
There's nothing you can do to me
I wouldn't do to myself
I'll be bound to you in leather & chains
I'll be your sister your young bride
Your daughter your slave