The clock's stayed ticking, He got stuck in the pit That lonely boy is still as lonely and his brain just as sick Fuck him He's just a brain-dead head case Always been strange, the little fruitcake Watch out 'cause I heard he might be just one sandwich short of a picnic Stay back 'cause he might go pop next thing, We know that boy psychotic I heard around the town he's an alcoholic Popping them pills like there's no tomorrow Popping them pills like there's no tomorrow Now, give me one good reason not to slit your fucking throat now Zero patience yet it's wearing thin Five bodies in my basement, rotting but six, if you really wanna play that game He don't think twice Dark circles, dead eyes Nowhere to hide Blue skin, red ice Cold feet Blood on the back of the car seat Nine millimeter at arm's reach We're going out with a fucking bang No regrets Pointing the barrel at my head Give me the warmth of the hot lead Let's put an end to this bloodshed Kill me! Dead One chance to come out of the other end No mental scarring Zero opportunities to see the bright side! Five foster homes before he finally fucking snapped Day six They found his broken body hanging One chance to come out of the other end No mental scarring Zero opportunities to see the bright side! Five foster homes before he finally fucking snapped Day six They found his broken body hanging One Zero Five Six Hanging