Born Villain I could give you a dozen
fresh,
cut,
pink, or red, or white
I wonder if they knew what they
would grow to become I could give you a dozen
fresh,
cut,
pink, or red, or white
I wonder if they knew what they
would grow to become become become
become become
be be be become you’ll have to cut it down
and burn me into splinters
or I’ll unwrap the string
that was me,
around your finger.
And I’ll hang you in your bedroom burial ground there is a taste for blood
and it’s something deep inside
there is a taste for blood
and it’s deep inside become become
become become
be be be become I don’t ever want god
to hear our screams
and mistake them for prayers.
And you know I’m loaded
but not which chamber
touch me and i’ll go Click click click click click
Click click click click click
Click click click click click there is a taste for blood
and it’s something deep inside
there is a taste for blood
and it’s deep inside become become
become become
be be be become And you know I’m loaded
But not which chamber
Touch me and i’ll go
Click click click click click
Click click click click click
Click click click click click I’m born villain
don’t pretend to be a victim
I’m born villain
don’t pretend to be a victim
I’m born villain
don’t pretend to be a victim I’m born villain