Hungry Ants Lyrics - Singles - Natural Born Killers

I'll tell ya something Scagnetti 

In all of my days in the penal business 

And that ain't no small amount of days 

Right boys? 

Oh no, nope, Mickey and Mallory Knox are 

Without a doubt the most twisted 

Depraved pair of shit fucked that has ever been 

My displeasure to lay my goddamn eyes on 

I'm tellin' you, 

These two motherfuckers 

Are a walkin' reminder of just how 

Fucked up the system really is 

Don't get me started, okay, warden? 

Don't get me started 

Dwight, you call me Dwight 

They've killed a shitload of inmates and guards 

Three inmates, five guards and one shrink 

All in one year's time 

Open that goddamn gate 

Yes sir 

What, a psychiatrist? 

Yeah, I'm Mickey's better half 

Miss Mallory strangled his ass 

When he made the dumb ass mistake 

To ask her what her parents were like 

And she done it all shut up on tranquilizers too 

Oh, ain't love grand? 

If that doesn't tell the truth, listen 

I got another dead lie 

Love makes the world go around 

Hey, I need to talk to you 'bout 

How did a fellow like you get to be a 

Specialist in psychos anyway? 

Well actually Dwight 

I'd recommend having your mother 

Killed by one after that happened 

I developed a rather keen interest in the subject 

You know? 

What happened? 

When I was born I spend 

The first part of my life in Texas 

Oh that's funny, you don't have an accent 

Nah, I don't wanna talk like those assholes 

Well, my my mother was from Texas 

I meant those other assholes 

You know, who used to beat the shit out of me 

Anyway, one day when I was eight years old 

My mother, my mother 

I wanted to play in the park 

And it just so happened to be the same day 

Charles Whitman had climbed to the top 

Of the University Texas tower 

And started shootin' strangers 

And you was with her, sure was 

You see the thing is Dwight 

I didn't hear any shots 

I didn't hear any of 'em 

And one minute I'm walkin' with my mother 

When all of a sudden, chest explodes 

She hits the ground, right? 

I, I'm just lookin' at her 

Her forearm flies off 

Her hip explodes and 

Now, I'm not hearin' any of these shots right? 

Boom, chest explodes right? 

I spent all goddamn day 

Lyin' flat on the grass, bein' eat alive by fuckin' ants 

I'm thinkin', what happened to my ma 

You know? 

And ever since then I've had a strong opinion 

About the psychopathic fools that's alive today 

In America's fast food culture 

I tend not to exhibit the self-discipline 

You know, you and comin' off a peace officer 

You got it right Jack 

You got it right, say, you don't mind 

Do ya, if I call you Jack?