I'm sitting here with a gun trying to figure out what I've done now I just wanted to rob this place but they forced me to shoot them No way out police
Doing drugs and booze everyday driving your car in a psychotic rage you don't hear what anyone says I'll read about you in the obituary page Teenager
It irritates you, the way I dress it bothers you, my hair so short I don't it to annoy you, I confess I hate you, and all your sort Sheer Terror [x5
views It doesn't have to be this way it doesn't have to be so cruel you can be happy for a change it's up to you to make the rules
