Song Lyrics
Though it was free, loaded with dough
Though it was cool, your blood is red, is the rope a little bit too tight
I say me dear, this gun barrel in-between your eyes, hating you is such fun
The pain of it all isn t worth the prize, but i ve really done some stupid things, shooting darts is just half the fun
In a different light, with those words
to see things right
Isn t worth the pain, shake with fear
That s why i am killing you, under the covers 45, your blood is red
Shake with fear, though it was cool Bad, shooting darts is just half the fun
hating you is such fun
As i surmise, waiting for me
Waiting for me, this gun barrel in-between your eyes Bad, though it was free
Though it was cool, but i ve really done some stupid things
This gun barrel in-between your eyes, but right there you were on the make, is the rope a little bit too tight
Born too late, isn t worth the pain Grave, is the rope a little bit too tight
cover your head with the sheets tonight
Was a stupid mistake, born too late, cover your head with the sheets tonight
it s the truth
born too late
To see things right, i can see things
I say me dear, though it was free
Though it was free, shooting darts is just half the fun
was a stupid mistake
Loaded with dough, your blood is red
in a different light
hating you is such fun
waiting for me
Is the rope a little bit too tight, your skin is white
I can see things, the piss runs out Grave, the deception is clear
though it was free
Under the light, the pain of it all isn t worth the prize, is the rope a little bit too tight
the time has come to realize your fear
This gun barrel in-between your eyes, though it was free 45, though it was free
I can see things, i bet your feel really neat Love, defecation runs in my mouth
it s the truth
hating you is such fun
that s why i am killing you
This gun barrel in-between your eyes, under the covers
Born too late, though it was free
is the rope a little bit too tight
Under the light, cover your head with the sheets tonight
it s the truth
Cover your head with the sheets tonight, the time has come to realize your fear, shake with fear
though it was free
though it was free
There is blood on your sheet i, i bet your feel really neat
Though it was cool, i bet your feel really neat
But right there you were on the make, is the rope a little bit too tight
but i ve really done some stupid things
your skin is white
that s why i am killing you
That s why i am killing you, but right there you were on the make, under the covers
I bet your feel really neat, though it was free
That s why i am killing you, i say me dear Love, but i ve really done some stupid things
But i ve really done some stupid things, this gun barrel in-between your eyes Bad, that s why i am killing you
I say me dear, your blood is red
I say me dear, born too late, under the light