"I Don't Give A Jean-Claude Van Damme" Lyrics

Remember me, careless and torn with nothing to live for
Remember me, heartless and worn with nothing to live for
Let me speak for myself

This is me, this is my redemption
It's how I'll make, make, make sense of this
This is me this is my redemption
It's how I'll make, make, make sense of this

The air that surrounds you is wasted away
'Cause the lungs that you breathe through
Only speak of mistakes that you've made

I'm careless, I'm heartless, I'm hopeless at best
I'll past this test, oh, I'll past this test
Hold my breath, I'll hold my breath
I'll march on and sing
I'll march on and sing

The air that surrounds you is wasted away
'Cause the lungs that you breathe through
Only speak of mistakes that you've made

Grab your pistols, grab your guns
We're locked and loaded, we'll shoot it out

("If you wanna dance, ask me nicely")

Repent, repent again

Careless and torn with nothing to live for
Nothing to live for

The air that surrounds you is wasted away
'Cause the lungs that you breathe through
Only speak of mistakes that you've made

The devil has his eyes on me and all he sees is glory
(The devil has his eyes on me and all he sees is glory)

I've seen enough, I've had enough
Enough