| Connor's loadin' up a clip, and he's dumpin' that shit at anybody that told him, |
| "Get a grip" |
| Spin a revolver, fire it, teenage murderer, product of his environment |
| Shot, shot, shot |
| Shot, shot, shot |
| Leave all the bodies |
| Drop, drop, drop |
| Drop, drop, drop |
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| Oh, I want the taste of metal in my mouth |
| I want the taste of metal in my mouth |
| I want the taste of metal in my mouth |
| I wanna taste that metal |
|
| 'Cause we all love it when it gets violent |
| And you would pull the trigger, don't you deny it |
| These delights have ends |
| For me and all my friends |
| Yeah, we all love it when it gets violent |
|
| It's a good thing I picked up a pen, or it would've been a machine gun I picked |
| up instead |
| I would fill it with lead, walk into school, head up to my floor (My floor, |
| my floor) |
| I'm 'bout to hit the high score (Woo) |
| My skin is white, so you would say I need a therapist |
| If it was brown, you would call me a terrorist |
| And that night, when everybody's asleep, you would watch it on repeat |
|
| I want the taste of metal in my mouth |
| I want the taste of metal in my mouth |
| I want the taste of metal in my mouth |
| I wanna taste that metal |
|
| 'Cause we all love it when it gets violent |
| And you would pull the trigger, don't you deny it |
| These delights have ends |
| For me and all my friends |
| Yeah, we all love it when it gets violent |
|
| Already gone, no way you're gonna reach him |
| Already gone, and there's nothing you could teach him |
| He's already gone |
| He's already gone |
| Fuck it |
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