Aren't you just a twisted sick fuck
Drown your face in gasoline
I'll light the match
You take the heat
Drown your face in gasoline
I'll light the match
You hit repeat
I'm so tired of hearing this shit
All the bands today have nothing to say
Poor me, poor old me
If you say another word, pour me a drink
Drown your face in gasoline
I'll light the match
You take the heat
Drown your face in gasoline
I'll light the match
You hit repeat
Empty words you wrapped in hate
I bet your parents always loved you, paid for everything
So stop acting like a twisted sick fuck
Saw you at the mall, you were wearing crocs
Is this song creepy enough
Learned how to whisper
Life must suck
Is this song creepy enough
20 something and a virgin
I'll call your bluff
Drown your face in gasoline, I'll drown your stupid fucking face in gasoline
Drown your face in gasoline, I'll light the match
You stand for nothing
You just hate everything
Drown your face in gasoline