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Beat my head against a wall
If it wasn’t for the blood I wouldn’t it 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
Penny for your thoughts
Penny for your eyes
I cross my fucking heart and I hope you die

And I got an addiction to ammunition yeah yeah
Well sticks and stones can break your bones
But a 12 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
Grab another barrel of the gun that’s at your head
Pull the trigger, bang bang
Now you’re dead

Everything will be alright
If I can just get out alive
Guess I could pray if all else fails
Even though it’s bullshit
But I might as well
I’m runnin like a rat now through this maze
With a bottle of booze and a hand grenade
Screaming bloody mother at the top of my lungs
It’s a mother fucker but it sure is fun

And I got an addiction to ammunition yeah yeah
Well sticks and stones can break your bones
But a 12 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
Grab another barrel of the 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 got an addiction to ammunition yeah yeah
Well sticks and stones can break your bones
But a 12 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
Grab another barrel of the gun that’s at your head
Pull the trigger, bang bang
Now you’re dead

No tricks up my sleeve
No rabbit in the hat
Blood on my hands
A rat in the trap
Grab another barrel of the gun that’s at your head
Pull the trigger, bang bang
Now you’re dead
You’re all dead
Beat my head against a wall   If it wasn’t for the blood I wouldn’t it 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   Penny for your thoughts   Penny for your eyes   I cross my fucking heart and I hope you die      And I got an addiction to ammunition yeah yeah   Well sticks and stones can break your bones   But a 12 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   Grab another barrel of the gun that’s at your head   Pull the trigger, bang bang   Now you’re dead      Everything will be alright   If I can just get out alive   Guess I could pray if all else fails   Even though it’s bullshit   But I might as well   I’m runnin like a rat now through this maze   With a bottle of booze and a hand grenade   Screaming bloody mother at the top of my lungs   It’s a mother fucker but it sure is fun      And I got an addiction to ammunition yeah yeah   Well sticks and stones can break your bones   But a 12 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   Grab another barrel of the 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 got an addiction to ammunition yeah yeah   Well sticks and stones can break your bones   But a 12 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   Grab another barrel of the gun that’s at your head   Pull the trigger, bang bang   Now you’re dead      No tricks up my sleeve   No rabbit in the hat   Blood on my hands   A rat in the trap   Grab another barrel of the gun that’s at your head   Pull the trigger, bang bang   Now you’re dead   You’re all dead