I know I’m wrong but I’m not feeling sorry    I don’t mind, I’m not the feeling sorry kind       She’s got a gun at my head    Gun at my head    Won’t let me forget    What I’ve done    Her bullets silver and cold    I do what I’m told    I’m as good as gold    As good as gold    As good as dead       She’s made of paper and string    Paper and string    She knows everything    But I don’t care    My conscience clear and cold    I do what I’m told    I’m as good as gold    As good as gold    As good as dead       My money’s fake    My payments late    I’m the gold of fools    It’s not me you’re dreaming of    I can turn my back but not the clock       I know I’m wrong but I’m not feeling sorry    I don’t mind, I’m not the feeling sorry kind