Kiss the Ring - My Chemical Romance

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