I took my car in to get it fixed And i give the keys to some teethless hick Who picks his nose and spits I want him dead!
And later on i go to shop for clothes And the sales clerk strikes a snotty pose "Can i help you with those?" I want him dead!
And every time i see that stuck up topless dancer I only want her to grow old and die of cancer Cause i wanna set a bonfire in her hair See her fry in the electric chair Cause thats how much i care I want her dead!
And i ask myself well how can it be right To wish these awful deaths on people day and night But when i ask why thats the way that it must be I only tell myself 'well better them than me'.
Cause it's not that i'm such an awful guy Don't ask me cause i don't know why But certain people must die I want 'em dead!
Yeah, I wish they'd take a leap from a windowsill, Or overdose on sleeping pills Curiosity kills I want 'em dead!
Everyone who's afraid to dance And everyone who wears panters' pants And the whole nation of France I want 'em dead!
You better take a dive on a live grenade Or slit your throat with a razor blade I wish you'd all get aids I want 'em dead!
Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! They got a go They got a go They got a go I want 'em dead! And IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII Don't know why they got a die But i want them dead!
De-de-de-dead Dead Dead Dead I want 'em deadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
