My Daddy's got a shotgun An arsenal of human disease He taught me how to shoot To trigger the double barrel monster
An invitation to downfall A shiny error in evolution The kid of the new world Killed the day he was born
Such a sick boy walking the streets
Yeah, on the streets, he's walking Walking with a shotgun in his hand He's walking, walking with a shotgun On his violent rampage!
Dark shades reflects society Murder boy walks into system Loaded with adrenaline and melted mind One, two, three, four bodies waving goodbye - Goodbye!!!
A storage of backwards knowledge Where pain comes easily Where defense is to kill! Now he bleeds like the rest of them
My Daddy's got a shotgun An arsenal of human disease He taught me how to shoot To trigger the double barrel monster
An invitation to downfall A shiny error in evolution The kid of the new world Killed the day he was born
Such a sick boy shot himself in the head Such a sick boy shot himself in the head I said, such a sick boy shot himself in the head Just another dead boy dancing with the dead
Yeah, with the dead, he's dancing Dancing with a hole in his head He's dancing, dancing with a hole in his headTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
