Do you mean this horny creep
Set upon weary feet
In need of sleep
That doesn't come?

(Mmm, mmm)

This twisted, tortured mess
This bed of sinfulness
Who's longing for some rest
And feeling numb

What do you expect of me?
What is it you want?
Whatever you've planned for me
I'm not the one

A vicious appetite
Visits me each night
And won't be satisfied
Won't be denied

An unbearable pain
A beating in my brain
That leaves the mark of Cain
Right here inside

What am I supposed to do
When everything that I've done
Is leading me to conclude
I'm not the one?

Whatever I've done
I've been staring down the barrel of a gun

Whatever I've done
I've been staring down the barrel of a gun

Whatever I've done (whatever, whatever)

Is there something you need from me?
Are you having your fun?
I never agreed to be
Your holy one

Whatever I've done
I've been staring down the barrel of a gun

Whatever I've done (whatever, whatever)
I've been staring down the barrel of a gun

Whatever I've done (whatever, whatever)
I've been staring down the barrel of a gun

Writer : GORE, MARTIN LEE
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing