PULL THE TRIGGER

Come on 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 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 the 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 (whoo) 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 Mm-mm, mm-mm-mm Mm-mm, mm-mm-mm Already gone, no way you're gonna reach him Already gone, and there's nothin' you could teach him He's already gone (gone) He's already gone (fuck it)