My Daddy's got a shotgun
An [bad word] of human disease
He taught me how to shoot
To trigger the double barrel monster

An invitation to downfall
shiny error in evolution
The kid of the new world
Killed the day he was born

Such a sick boy walking the streets

Yeah, on the streets, he's walking
Walking with a shotgun in his hand
He's walking, walking with a shotgun
On his violent rampage!

Dark shades reflects society
Murder boy walks into system
Loaded with adrenaline and melted mind
One, two, three, four bodies waving goodbye
- Goodbye!!!

storage of backwards knowledge
Where [bad word] easily
Where defense is to kill!
Now he bleeds like the rest of them

My Daddy's got a shotgun
An [bad word] of human disease
He taught me how to shoot
To trigger the double barrel monster

An invitation to downfall
shiny error in evolution
The kid of the new world
Killed the day he was born

Such a sick boy shot himself in the head
Such a sick boy shot himself in the head
I said, such a sick boy shot himself in the head
Just another dead boy dancing with the dead

Yeah, with the dead, he's dancing
Dancing with a hole in his head
He's dancing, dancing with a hole in his head

(Music: Johan Lindstrand, Lyrics: Johan Lindstrand)