Killed a man
This afternoon
He made me mad
I did him in
Felt like a hero
Got a win
He asked for it
Too bad for him
I took my knife
(Where was that hid?)
Slashed and cut
Laid into him
Bathed myself in gore and blood
Let it go
Had me some fun
I realized what I just did
Felt kinda good
I’ll kill again
Don’t piss me off
Don’t sit and judge
You better run
I’ve got a gun
Don’t fuck with me
Don’t shake your head
You’re in my way
You’re one of them
I hear your thoughts
I see your deeds
I’m sick of you
Now 1, 2, 3
We all have bad days
That’s a fact
Maybe kind words
All we lack
But when I’m standin’
At the edge
Take two steps back
Or eat hot lead
Sorry Man, I shot you dead
Told you not to draw me in
First said “please” then “on your knees”
Asked you nice
Then pulled and squeezed
Tried to be a gentle man
Turned my cheek
And slapped your back
Seeing red
It turns to black
Now you’re dead
That’s what you got
I’m just a guy
With hopes and dreams
With hurts and haunts
Love, energy
With light and passion
Flesh and bone
Not a monster
Ain’t no troll
You’re in my head
You’re in my space
With my bare hands
I’ll break your face
Are you still here?
You’re not afraid?
Has TV made you act so brave?
Criminal Minds and CSI
Local News at 10 and 5
You’ve seen far worse then what I said?
Still you mutter
Shake your head
“Maybe he should mind his words
He needs a break
He should relax
No one needs to hear this crap
He’s lost his mind
A fucking mess”
So all is said
And you’ve replied
But still you think
What’s truth, what’s lie?
What do these lyrics say to me?
What part of this is irony?
The moral is
As morals go
An old one
And a simple truth
I’ll use small words
And talk real slow
Now open wide
And suck and blow