Bitter Price to Pay Songtext

von Vigilantes of Love

Some are painting on the canvas to show the way they feel
Some are filling up notebooks to tell the same ordeal
I could walk through the door, but the truth gets in the way
And yours is a bitter price to pay

Some are talking on the radio through a satellite dish
Beaming to my front lawn every dream and wish
I put a bullet through my TV at point-blank range
And yours is a bitter price to pay

Now, I know I'm a bad man
Got no leg to stand on
Laying down my alibis
Laying down my guns
Got blood on my hands
And oh, by the way, yours is a bitter price to pay

I been taking out the trash of my twisted little heart
It was long overdue, but I was coming apart
You're the life of the party
You got nothing to say
But yours is a bitter price to pay