Say I'm not your kind, it's true. I'm not seventeen, so convict me. I've lost my mind, it's true. You got to pay me back. You got to pay me sometime.
Brain is dead, feet are lead.
Your son goes to bed, shaves his head, you wish him dead. Too much going on, can't touch this song. I don't want, want to tell you, just because. Get it done, buy a gun. If living is easy, and dying is dumb, I don't want to hear about it.