Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kiss the Ring, artist - My Chemical Romance. Date of issue: 07.01.2013
Song language: English
Kiss the Ring |
| We kill the girls to get paid |
| And put the whole damn room on the edge of the blade |
| You’ll get far, stay clean |
| And if the world stops believing, I’ll keep believing |
| That the world could make a change |
| (All I know is I won’t stop believing) |
| And put the suicide dolls as the last ones to mate |
| (All I know is I won’t stop believing) |
| Come hard, stay clean |
| (You're the next if you don’t stop your creeping) |
| And singing songs for the damned now |
| (You're the next if you) |
| Hail! |
| Hail! |
| 'Cause the king is gone |
| And if you don’t stop believing, we’ll keep believing |
| You put the record on |
| And live the life that you’re making, shots that you’re taking |
| So grab the cash and run |
| And let the suits watch each other kill one another |
| It doesn’t matter if the words don’t mean a thing |
| You gotta kiss that ring |
| Well, alright |
| Move like the wolves, keep the faith |
| There ain’t a dry eye left in the back of the place |
| Is it hard to stay clean? |
| And if you all keep believing, I’ll keep believing |
| That the world drives the saints |
| (All I know is I won’t stop believing) |
| And put the shotgun shells in the hills it makes |
| (All I know is I won’t stop believing) |
| So come hard, stay clean |
| (You're the next if you don’t stop your creeping) |
| Because they don’t give a damn, now |
| (You're the next if you) |
| Hail! |
| Hail! |
| 'Cause the king is gone |
| And if you don’t stop believing, we’ll keep believing |
| You got your leather on |
| And live the life that you’re making, shots that you’re taking |
| It doesn’t matter if the words don’t mean a thing |
| You gotta kiss that ring |
| Hail, hail 'cause the king is gone |
| Hail, hail 'cause the king is gone |
| Hail, hail 'cause the king is gone |
| Hail, hail 'cause the king is, the king is gone |
| Hail! |
| Hail! |
| Hail! |
| Hail! |
| Hail! |
| 'Cause the king is gone |
| And if you don’t stop believing, we’ll keep believing |
| And get your leather on |
| And live the life that you’re making, shots that you’re taking |
| So grab the cash and run |
| And let the suits watch each other kill one another |
| It doesn’t matter if the words don’t mean a thing |
| Fist up, head down |
| Hail, hail to the king |