Throw your hands in the air， this is a robbery
And release the bats in fact I think they’re onto me
Your pretty face is going to [bad word] 
That’s what Iggy Pop said before they learned how to sell
Fake rebellion， you’re not a hellion， you’re not E-V-I-L
I can tell from the smell of burning rock stars
That are stacked up in piles
Take a picture and don’t forget to smile
I’ll give you five splats up on the Blood Splat Rating System
In cased you missed ’em， that’s the one from ’95
It’s got stories of rat boys and kung fu inside
 [bad word] are all breaking before they’re getting written
The blood from your fingers got your grip slightly slipping
It’s okay ’cause we’re all going down trouble’s always brewing
’cause there’s one in every town
This is a horror show， real horror show
Take a rock from the dead king’s crown
You’re feeling at home when you’re in a ghost town
So disappear and here’s the last warning， lay down your head
Close your eyes， you’ll feel better in the morning， light at
The end of the tunnel is a train， relax your head and shut off your brain
Blacklight thriller disguised as a killer not feeling sick but
Always getting iller， things get erratic when the beats get mathematic
Turn up the guns ’cause they’re always shooting static
Yeah， I invented it but you resented it， everything I own
That’s right， you’re only renting it
You want to rock ’n roll， how deep you want the soul
I got the shovel so tell me can you dig it?