The Tradition

Oh, the loneliest girl in town is bought for pennies a price

We dress her up in lovely gowns, she's easy on the eyes

Her soul is black and it's a fact that her sneer will eat you alive

And the buyer always brings her back, because all she does is cry

So take what you want

Take what you can

Take what you please

Don't give a damn

Ask for forgiveness

Never permission

Take what you want

Take what you can

Take what you please

Don't give a damn

It's in the blood and

This is tradition

Oh, the loneliest girl in town was bought for plenty a price

Well, they dress her up in golden crowns, his smile hides a lie

She's smiles back, but it's a fact that her fear will eat her alive

Well, she got the life that she wanted, but now all she does is cry

Take what you want

Take what you can

Take what you please

Don't give a damn

Ask for forgiveness

Never permission

Take what you want

Take what you can

Take what you please

Don't give a damn

It's in the blood and

This is tradition

You can't take it back

It's good as gone

Well, flesh amnesiac

This is your song

And I hope what's left will last all summer long

And they said that, "Boys were boys", but they were wrong

Take what you want

Take what you can

Take what you please

Don't give a damn

Ask for forgiveness

Never permission

Take what you want

Take what you can

Take what you please

Don't give a damn

It's in the blood and

This is tradition

Take what you want

Take what you can

Take what you please

Don't give a damn

Ask for forgiveness

Never permission

Take what you want

Take what you can

Take what you please

Don't give a damn

It's in the blood and

This is tradition