Your blonde locks covered in my blood Knuckles bruised and swollen The flag is burning in your hands, crucifixes hang from walls You’re pretty on the outside But your insides are grey and rotten Mamma thinks your her little boy Bad things happened in your head You choked me and you wanted me dead We played with guns, we thought it was fun I never thought you’d do that again We played with guns, we thought it was fun I never thought you’d do that again