Bang my head against the wall
If it wasn’t for the blood, I wouldn’t know it at all
Smile at the camera with broken teeth
Slit my wrists, say cheese and watch it bleed
Well it’s ghouls night out, creeps on parade
Creatures of the night they serenade
A penny for your thoughts
Pennies for your eyes
I cross my fucking heart that I hope you die
And I’ve got an addiction
To ammunition, yeah, yeah
Well sticks and stones can break your bones
But a twelve gauge sawn off
Will blow your fucking head off
No tricks up my sleeve, no rabbit in the hat
Blood on my hands, a rat in the trap
Laughing down a barrel of a gun that’s at your head
Pull the trigger, bang, bang now you’re dead
Everything will be all right
If I could just get out alive
Guess I could pray if all else fails
Even though it’s bullshit, but I might as well
I’m running like a rat now through this maze
With a bottle of booze and a hand grenade
Screaming bloody murder at the top of my lungs
Death’s a motherfucker but it sure is fun
And I’ve got an addiction
To ammunition, yeah, yeah
Well sticks and stones can break your bones
But a twelve gauge sawn off
Will blow your fucking head off
No tricks up my sleeve, no rabbit in the hat
Blood on my hands, a rat in the trap
Laughing down a barrel of a gun that’s at your head
Pull the trigger, bang, bang now you’re dead
Ladies and gentlemen, as you can see
I have no tricks up my sleeve
And there is certainly no rabbit in the hat
And I’ve got an addiction
To ammunition, yeah, yeah
Well sticks and stones can break your bones
But a twelve gauge sawn off
Will blow your fucking head off
No tricks up my sleeve, no rabbit in the hat
Blood on my hands, a rat in the trap
Laughing down a barrel of a gun that’s at your head
Pull the trigger, bang, bang now you’re dead
You're all dead
Writer(s): Joseph Poole
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