Banshee

The clock's stayed ticking, he got stuck in the pit

That lonely boy is still as lonely and his brain just as sick, fuck him

He's just a brain-dead head case

Always been strange, the little fruitcake

Watch out 'cause I heard he might just be one sandwich short of a picnic

Stay back 'cause he might go pop, next thing, we know that boy psychotic

I heard around the town that he's an alcoholic

Popping them pills like there's no tomorrow

Popping them pills like there's no tomorrow

Now give me one good reason not to slit your fucking throat now

Zero patience yet it's wearing thin

Five bodies in my basement, rotting but six

If you really wanna play that game

He don't think twice (Think twice)

Dark circles, dead eyes (Dead eyes)

Nowhere to hide (To hide)

Blue skin, red ice

Cold feet, blood on the back of the car seat

Nine millimeter at arm's reach

We're going out with a fucking bang

No regrets, pointing the barrel at my head

Give me the warmth of the hot lead