No!
There was never a prize in sight!

My, my, my
What a surprise
Your friends in sheeps’ clothing
Have shed their disguise

I had a plan to crash into the night
Instead she crossed that line
What’s that bad taste in my mouth?

My, my, my
What a surprise
Your friends in sheeps’ clothing
Have shed their disguise

I had a plan to crash into the night
Instead I fed a lie
that’s that bad taste in my mouth

They keep a watchful eye from planes
To make sure your city’s safe and sound
They keep a watchful eye from planes
They put them up we’ll shoot them down

I had a plan to crash into the night
Not to be stood up!
So don’t call on me for your last call redemption
You temptation whore
Enough! Enough!!

You lied, you lied
Fake operation Sadie
You lied, you lied
Fake operation Sadie
It’s all wrong

There was never a prize in sight

So don’t call on me


Lyrics submitted by *OuTbREaK*

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