Skull rings. Fast cars. Hot chicks. Money. . Skull rings. Fast cars. Hot chicks. Fancy things. . The touch of a hand in the wasteland. you're walking asleep and dreaming cheap.
Allright. The feet in my boots. Are shaking their roots. For a reason. I'm looking at you. And you're too much to chew. For a reason. And the problems you got.
They think that I've got the bread. They want to read my head. The position show his cool. Like football star in school. . Someone to sell me. Someone to tell me.
Attention thrills, and then it kills. They make you king, and make you I'll. 'Til you're alone, dead on your throne. . So my idea of fun. Is killing everyone.