I harbour thoughts of killing you
Pour petrol on you and then on me
But then i walk down the stairs
And killing joke waits for me there
Then we play - go psycho

With sticks and stones and bones beneath our homes we face ourselves
Hosannas rising from the basements of [bad word] 
Anger that poisons my heart
Eating your liver and heart
Like voodoo just play until you bleed
Lost in the noise i am free
I'm not a murderer yet
I'm not a murderer yet

With sticks and stones and bones beneath our homes we face ourselves
Hosannas rising from the basements of [bad word] 
I'm not a murderer yet
I'm not a murderer yet
I'm not a murderer yet
I'm not a murderer yet