Well I just shot a man to death
I've got a bullet out of my head
He fired back and I can't stop
A final shot and a final breath
Afraid to stop and afraid to check
The smell of fear and the color red
Had him with a 2 inch shell
Well it's a brutal smell of death
Saw my reflection in a spoon
I had it with my not approved excuse
I've got a supermanic soul
I've pulled the trigger in the record room
I've put a stop to his loony toons
I've put him down in the record room
These are for you
Dead - break this
These are for you
Dead - break this
Dead!
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