I'm fucking around I think I'm coming out All the deciever and cheaters I've think we've got a bleeder right Want you to slap me around Want you to knock me out Well, you missed me kissed me Now you better kick me down
Maybe you're the runner up the first one to lose the race Almost only really counts in Horsehoes and grenades
I'm gonna burn it all down I'm gonna rip it out Well, everything that employ Was meant for me to destory To the ground now So don't you fuck me around Because I'll shoot you down I'm gonna fight and fuck And pushing my luck All the time now
Maybe you're the runner But the first one to the race Almost only really counts in Horsehoes and hand grenades
Demolition, self-destruction What to annihilate The age-old contradiction Demolition, self-destruction What to annihilate The old age
I'm not around I think I'm coming out All the deceivers and cheaters I've think we've got a bleeder now I'm not fucking around G-L-O-R-I-A