I could give you a dozen 
Fresh, 
Cut, 
Pink, or red, or white 
I wonder if they knew what they 
Would grow to [bad word] 
I could give you a dozen 
Fresh, 
Cut, 
Pink, or red, or white 
I wonder if they knew what they 
Would grow to [bad word]  [bad word] become  [bad word] become 
Be be be [bad word] 
You'll have to cut it down 
And burn me into splinters 
Or I'll unwrap the string that was me, 
Around your finger. 
And I'll hang you in 
Your bedroom burial ground 
There is a taste for blood 
And it's something deep inside 
There is a taste for blood 
And it's deep inside  [bad word] become  [bad word] become 
Be be be [bad word] 
I don't ever want God 
To hear our screams 
And mistake them for prayers. 
And you know I'm loaded 
But not which chamber 
Touch me and I'll go 
Click click click click click 
Click click click click click 
Click click click click click 
There is a taste for blood 
And it's something deep inside 
There is a taste for blood 
And it's deep inside  [bad word] become  [bad word] become 
Be be be [bad word] 
And you know I'm loaded 
But not which chamber 
Touch me and I'll go 
Click click click click click 
Click click click click click 
Click click click click click 
I'm born villain 
Don't pretend to be a victim 
I'm born villain 
Don't pretend to be a victim 
I'm born villain 
Don't pretend to be a victim 
I'm born villain 
Don't pretend to be a victim