كلمات Necessary Evil

Something I always wanted To take what you give A hard metal hammered to a shape that you fit When I beat up Miss Fortune, told her to get out I sold the last things on eBay I was without doubt caught between that hard-place in over my head, chewing off something in a trap Quicksand in my bed Necessary evil Two arms, two legs Our presents ain't counted Walking on eggs Necessary evil Now don't disappear Got a whiplash for memory I'm staying here When love takes you prisoner there is no escape But the secret ingredient is a knife in the cake...