What can I say? I've shot my mouth off again
and the words come racing down the barrel of a gun
and it's ink that's leaking from the papercut on my thumb.
But given the choice, i'd say it all again
just to see your faces and looks of distain.
And to get your attention, here's my latest trick:
"You're bitter and twisted and you all make me sick"
So show me both your faces, Janus, I know you've more than one
and i'll aim for them both down the barrel of my gun.
So that when i've finished shooting, and my words like bullets fly
it'll be YOUR blood staining pages, and MY ink's allowed to dry.