I´m not fucking around I think I´m coming out All the deceivers and cheaters I´ve think we´ve got a bleeder right now 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 But the first one to lose the race Almost only really counts in Horseshoes and hand grenades
I´m gonna burn it all down I´m gonna rip it out Well, everything that you employ Was meant for me to destroy To the ground now So don´t you fuck me around Because I´ll shoot you down I´m gonna drink, fight and fuck And pushing my luck
All the time now
Maybe you´re the runner up But the first one to lose the race Almost only really counts in Horseshoes and hand grenades
Demolition, self-destruction What to annihilate The age-old contradiction Demolition, self-destruction What to annihilate This old age
I´m not fucking around I think I´m coming out I´m a hater A traitor
In a pair of Chuck Taylors Right now I´m not fucking around