You don't know me, no you don't know a thing about love or life in between. I'm screaming through your door. leave me tonight. how could you mean that she said.
Madmen fry. This is bad for their health. In the midday sky. Everything has its appointed hour. Get down on their knees. Why should the devil have all the good tunes.
Some people got more kicks than halfpence. Crying for attention, like cracks in the pavement. All of this pointed, like perfect TV. When you're sowing the wind, you reap the whirlwind.
(Chorus). Err'ybody get your. shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed off. Stay strapped homie this shit is about to pop off. Me I be a G from way back in the day.