I've got nothing to lose that's why I'm with you
My X-Ray glasses don't lie
And the best thing about our future
Is knowing that I'm gonna die
It's a simple mistake that anyone could make
And I guess I won the grand prize
A lifetime supply of misery
My home sweet homicide
And I'm so love sick, sick of you
I guess I'll see you in hell
But I'm sure you'd ruin that too
You'll be the death of me
Baby you're my home sweet homicide