The healing nails sting my bleeding heart Takes my breath away, tear myself apart
The girl in my bed has a gun to my head Looks into my eyes and says she wants me dead! You know that sleep comes with drugs, and I'll drink my fears away 'Cause I'm not a boy scout I'm a lunatic
Lunatic - the bitch is dead! Lunatic - the bitch is dead! Lunatic - the bitch is dead! Lunatic - the bitch is dead!
The fat lady sings tonight That voice disgusts me 'Cause I'm not a boy scout I'm a lunatic
The fat lady sings tonight That voice disgusts me 'Cause I'm not a boy scout I'm a lunatic