Banshee

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