Pull up your car you're home from the night on the town Could not find anyone to go home with to show off your insecurity So you put your I love you face back on
When you are this way you think you are God But the people around you are destroyed Coming home getting off by killing who you love I hope you end up in a body bag (body bad...)
Walk up to your room to be with your lover Although they don't share your desire
That night frustrated and intoxicated You need to leech onto another
When you are this way you think you are God But the people around you are destroyed Coming home getting off by killing who you love I hope you end up in a body bag
When you are this way you think you are God But the people around you are destroyed Coming home getting off by killing who you love I hope you end up in a body bag
Pretend you are the king One day this will all come back to you One day your child will be a man One day your child will be a man
Pretend you are the king Pretend you are the king
Pull up your car you're home from the night on the town Could not find anyone to go home with to show off your insecurity So you put your I love you face back on
When you are this way you think you are God But the people around you are destroyed Coming home getting off by killing who you love I hope you end up in a body bag
When you are this way you think you are God But the people around you are destroyed Coming home getting off by killing who you love I hope you end up in a body bag
