Creedence -

When you walk in that room and put a stop to my ruin

Are you a cheap piece of skirt or something worth pursuing

Treat a queen like a whore and a whore like a queen

Am I being too blunt or like a guillotine

Am I being too blunt or like a guillotine

My Creedence is born

Whose hand to you take yeah whose hand do you trust

From a ring of skulls catch some diamonds and rust

When the sabbath comes I’m feeling destitute

Telling Gypsy tales, selling Ravens loot

Am I being too blunt or like a guillotine

My Creedence is born

My Creedence is born, yeah

My Creedence is born

When you walk in that room and put a stop to my ruin

Are you a cheap piece of skirt or something worth pursuing

Treat a queen like a whore and a whore like a queen

Am I being to blunt or like a guillotine

Whose hand to you take yeah whose hand do you trust

From a ring of skulls catch some diamonds and rust

When the sabbath comes I’m feeling destitute

Telling Gypsy tales, selling Ravens loot

Yeah, yeah, yeah