Lyrics
Why don’t you tell me where you go at night?!
I would have listened and run for the light
We weren’t there, oh, but an hour or so
Before I knew I was homicidal
Torture me this septic sea of M-TV
You make me crazed!
I’ve got my gun!
SHOOT! SHOOT!
All bullets for Joey, won’t you die, die, die!
I swear every girl was a replica
J-lo & Brittany Spears were all I saw
And every guy was a carbon copy
A muscular boy band flexing frenzy
I should have known when I walked in and this chick put me down well
She looked at me and what I wore and then she made a frown and
She asked me if I was the janitor, that little whore and
The hate was distorting my mind, I was a time-bomb ticking
Disgusting, that’s you to me, and now you’ll see my hallow-tips, praise for buckshot
Why don’t you tell me where you go at night?!
I would have listened and run for the light
We weren’t there, oh, but an hour or so
Before I knew I was homicidal
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