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)