Gun up, head down, rack a round Check the slide, pas de deux as the band plays Till the A.I.D. comes, or the music wanes Drunken Don Quixote armed with a pistolet Cap the knee, brisé volé, disengage Side-step, unload on the ribcage 'Pas de bourrée', I'm surprised I can aim straight Breathless, should have aimed for the fuckin' face Damn you, damn me Bullet ballet, Ricochet Hollow Point Elysium Damn you, damn me Bullet ballet, Ricochet Hollow Point Elysium Yeah, goddamn me (Goddamn) Feeling slow, are you slipped from the disdain? Cabriole, fuckin' poppin' pills like Max Payne 1000 Rounds and you miss till you're empty John Woo takes notes on my gunplay Échappé, en avant, draggin' blades Cross your bones, dying hard, fuckin' John McClane Yippee-ki yay, motherfucker, Make it rain Swept up in the eye of the hurricane Damn you, damn me Bullet ballet, Ricochet Hollow Point Elysium Goddamn me Did it go through? Or are you digging nerves? Open wound, from the dance to the fuckin' hearse Stem the flow, grit your teeth, don't show it hurts Give it all it's worth, last night on earth No party fouls, and no tricks Just a bullet with your name on the side of it My remorse is a death that comes quick Am I God? Am I Death? Or something more sick? Nope, just a son of a bitch Yeah, I'm a son of a bitch Damn you, damn me Bullet ballet, Ricochet Hollow Point Elysium Damn you, damn me Bullet ballet, Ricochet Hollow Point Elysium Goddamn me Damn you, damn me Ricochet, Hollow Point Elysium Goddamn me Goddamn