If I had a dime for every time
A knife wound wasn't fatal I'd be on a gold mine
And a buck for every cardiac arrest
I'd be a millionaire for just being heartless
Why won't you whiners understand?
Just die! I've carved out your adrenal gland!
You gotta be a hero and crawl to the phone...
Hey don't fuck with me! I'm in a zone!
Blood makes the grass grow greener
And does wonders for the finish on a brand new beamer
No more paper cuts
It's time to spill your guts
Flush your life away and make this planet cleaner
Think all those mistakes and all the pain you've caused
Retribution awaits 6 feet under my yard
You litter and you drive like you own the road
Let's see you change lanes once I crush your throat
Why won't you just die on your own?
You're nothing special, just another clone
I'd have used a gun If I knew you were a fighter
Instead of smashing your skull with this electric typewriter
Blood Makes the grass grow greener
And I think it's high time you met the great redeemer
So go ahead and cry
You're still gonna die
You can't get sympathy from a butcher's cleaver