Breadwinner You Testo

Sing like the angel that you know you'll never be,
And try to pin the blame on me.

The heart that beats inside your chest the awful need,
It burns with holy fire, righteousness, and greed.

Sing like the angel that you know you'll never be,
And try to pin the blame on me.

Like the angel that you know you'll never be,
But you still try and pin the blame on me.