Song Lyrics

Let me see your throat thing there buddy,
I'ma chop it,
see the idea is to make you die
(stop it)
I don't know why but your heart beat offends me,
I need to cut you off at the wind pipe desperately
(Like, how about cuttin' your own neck?)

I did, seventeen times,
Why you think I talk like this?
Before I cut myself this was my voice
Now gimmie your neck pipe,
You don't have no fuckin' choice
(I'm not ready to die)
Neither was easy E,
What makes you so fuckin' special you can escape the wrath
(You mean wraith)
I said wraith, now shut the f*ck up,
And give me your wind pipe
So I can cut that mother fucker
(Pick somebody else)

I'm pickin' anybody I can find,
And you happen to by the next mother fucker in line
(OK let's do it)
Keep still right there and about, 1, 2, 3 of those mother fuckers
I'm outta here


Let me make the pain be gone
I wanna stab, stab, stab!
It's like murdering be giving me a calm,
I need to yeah, yeah, yeah!
Let me make the pain be gone,
I wanna stab, stab, stab!
It's like murdering be giving me a calm,
I need to
(Ah ha what kind of circus is this?)

How you gonna give me a straight jacket
When I'm crooked?
Took it and shook it,
Ripped it and unzipped it
And waited for the nurse guy to bring me my tray
Jumped him from behind
And turned his head backwards my way
Took all his keys and a crate of methadone,
Masturbated on myself and leaped out the window
Then I turned around
And went right back inside,
Once I realized I could've grabbed a gang of formaldehyde

Suddenly another fuckin' guard shot me
I played the whole movie shits off like
"You got me"
Laid there playin' dead
And when he checked my pockets
I jabbed my fuckin' thumb knuckle deep in his eye socket
By now there was guards everywhere
I'm steady cuttin' heads off
Surfin' on a wheel chair
And too many bullets finally put my away
But was it the real violent J?

Let me make the pain be gone,
I wanna stab, stab, stab
It's like murdering be giving me a calm,
I need to yeah, yeah, yeah
Let me make the pain be gone,
I wanna stab, stab, stab
It's like murdering be giving me a calm,
I need to yeah, yeah, yeah
"It kills the pain,
It's the only thing that kills the pain,
I'm sorry"

I'm so sorry that I'm so stale
I'm so sorry I'm stale
But still I gotta murder your face
Man I'm sorry I'm stale

I'm so sorry that I'm so stale
I'm so sorry I'm stale
But still I gotta murder your face
Man I'm sorry I'm stale

I'm so sorry that I'm so stale
I'm so sorry I'm stale
But still I gotta murder your face
Man I'm sorry I'm stale

I'm so sorry that I'm so stale
I'm so sorry I'm stale
But still I gotta murder your face
Man I'm sorry I'm stale

I'm so sorry that I'm so stale
I'm so sorry I'm stale
But still I gotta murder your face
Man I'm sorry I'm stale

Joseph Bruce, Michael John Jr. Puwal, William Dail