You want a piece of me?
I'm like a razorblade
I'm like a pound of blubber smothering a live grenade
These are the days when the TV always stays on
The show keeps running after the audience has all gone home

I'm like a vampire with this taste for blood
Without the makeup and the cape I'm just a fucking hood
These are the nights that none of us will live to forget
Laying face down as the monkeys rain down

She's one of the guys pounding that beat all night
When the blood and all the makeup dries
You were first in line

You want a piece of me?
Then join the daisy chain
I'm like a fucking band leader for the hit parade
I'm cracked like a speaker and I speak like a cracker

These are the trip wires and I'm a loaded gun
And you're the burning fires, the burning tires, the days have come
I did not believe it til I smelled it then I had to see it

Did you know you're my motherfucking hero?
But the wind beneath these wings is burnt and stale

You want a piece of me?
Well come on!


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