The healing nails sting my bleeding heart

Takes my breath away

Tear myself apart

The little girl in my bed has a gun to my head

Looks into my eyes

And says she want me dead!

You know that sleep comes with drugs, and I'll drink my fears away

I'm not a boyscout

I'm a lunatic

Lunatic,

The bitch is dead!

Lunatic,

The bitch is dead!

The fat lady sings tonight

That voice disgust me

I'm not a boyscout

I'm a lunatic