I'm not of this world, you're not in this heart
This isn't in me
To open this box you can't shoot the lock
I hide everything so you can't see
Wanna fight? Wanna fuck? Wanna die?
Try your luck, lay down your goddamn arms
Wanna fight? Wanna fuck? Wanna die?
Try your luck, lay down your goddamn arms
There isn't a key you can use on me
There isn't a key so lay down your arms
Arms, arms, arms
You're a book
Every page is written in words I cannot read
So I burn, gotta burn, gotta burn, gotta burn it
So I burn, gotta burn, gotta burn, gotta burn it
Wanna fight? Wanna fuck? Wanna die?
Try your luck, lay down your goddamn arms
Wanna fight? Wanna fuck? Wanna die?
Try your luck, lay down your goddamn arms
There isn't a key you can use on me
There isn't a key so lay down your arms
There isn't a key you can use on me
There isn't a key so lay down your arms
Gotta burn, gotta burn, gotta burn, gotta burn it
Gotta burn, gotta burn, gotta burn, gotta burn it
Gotta burn, gotta burn, gotta burn, gotta burn it
Gotta burn, gotta burn, gotta burn, gotta burn it
Writer(s): Chris Alan Vrenna, Brian Hugh Warner, Jeordie White
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