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Shame rolls its tongue up my back and kisses my neck It wants to get me in bed, but I know who it is I'm dealing with Shame plays the long game, it wants me to break down It sings a siren song for me, but I don't fall so helplessly now It was pitchy anyhow Well, if I'm already a dead man I may as well get naked and dance in the crosshairs Well, if I'm already a dead man Why not just go ahead and paint a target on my chest? Fate has a chisel and is etching my name into some granite And the man without a name has asked Piripero for my casket So naturally I wonder, why is it I hide? In here I prolong suffering when there's no way I'm leaving with my life So simmer down and dry your eyes Well, if I'm already a dead man I may as well get naked and dance in the crosshairs Well, if I'm already a dead man Why not just go ahead and paint a target on my chest? From Letras Mania