I'm

not

fuck-

ing

a-

round.

I

think

I'm

com-

ing

out.

All

the

dece-

i-

vers

and

cheat-

ers.

I've

think

we've

got

a

bleed-

er

right

now.

Want

you

to

slap

me

a-

round.

Want

you

to

knock

me

out.

Well,

you

missed

me,

kissed

me.

Now

you

bet-

ter

kick

me

down.

May-

be

you're

the

run-

ner

up,

But

the

first

one

to

lose

the

race.

Al-

most

on-

ly

real-

ly

counts

in

Horse-

shoes

and

hand-

gren-

ades.

I'm

gon-

na

burn

it

all

down.

I'm

gon-

na

rip

it

out.

Well,

eve-

ry-

thing

you

em-

ploy,

Was

meant

for

me

to

des-

troy

To

the

ground

now.

So

don't

you

fuck

me

a-

ro-

und,

Be-

cause

I'll

shoot

you

down.

I'm

gon-

na

drink,

fight

and

fuck,

And

push-

ing

my

luck

All

the

time

now.

May-

be

you're

the

run-

ner

up,

But

the

first

one

to

lose

the

race.

Al-

most

on-

ly

real-

ly

counts

in

Horse-

shoes

and

hand-

gren-

ades.

Dem-

o-

li-

tion,

self-

de-

struc-

tion.

Want

to

ann-

ih-

il-

ate

the

age-

old

con-

tra-

dic-

tion.

Dem-

o-

li-

tion,

self-

de-

struc-

tion.

Want

to

ann-

ih-

il-

ate

the

age-

old

con-

tra-

dic-

tion.

Dem-

o-

li-

tion,

self-

de-

struc-

tion.

Want

to

ann-

ih-

il-

ate

this

old

age.

I'm

not

fuck-

ing

a-

round.

I

think

I'm

com-

ing

out.

Well,

I'm

a

ha-

ter,

a

trai-

tor,

In

a

pair

of

Chuck

Tay-

lors

right

now.

I'm

not

fuck-

ing

a-

round.

G-

L-

O-

R-

I-

A,

G-

L-

O-

R-

I-

A,

G-

L-

O-

R-

I-

A,

G-

L-

O-

R-

I-

A!