These days it's different (Turning us into monsters) Kids don't fight with knives anymore (Turning us into fire) They fight with guns! Kids got guns! (Turning us into monsters) It's all desire, It's all desire
Well it's fine, you know, the son was young And then he started grow up faster Parents wondered what went wrong And then he turned into a little monster
Run! [x7] Calm down, don't kill me now!
Well I didn't expect much more, Son was a little scallywag-wag-wagger! Can't see much more If a lesson I'd guess I'd hold it straight away Back to the point, give him three Coca-Colas And run away Write on the walls and then litter That scallywag of a monster So Mama, please let us out on the town We want to drink, we want to fight We want it all night We're gonna smash out your neighbour's car If you don't let us out that door! I'ts fine and dandy, I'll just climb out me window! Leave y'all! See you later, never liked you anyway I swear I'm adopted! STOP IT!
Son was young, then he turned to a monster!
[???] Calm down, don't kill me now!
I'm the oldest man in the family I might be just a teenager But my mind's much sharper than anybody's! And that's just a drink drink drunker! But I'm back to the point of the matter: I'm still here! And I'm still walking out! See you later, (calm down, don't kill me now!) I'm gonna get a job Cause I'm leaving school Cause I can't do the Clow, the Clow
Heavy heart Leaving me so low See you later! Mama, gonna be breadwinner! Take your time Watch ya, What up? Don't worry Mama 'Cause I'm a m-m-monster!
These days it's different (Turning us into monsters) Kids don't fight with knives anymore (Turning us into fire) They fight with guns! (Turning us into monsters) Kids got guns! (It's all desire) It's all desire And they're turning us into monsters Turning us into fire Turning us into monsters It's all desire It's all desire
Drinking out Pacifier Taking some of Where you are Doesn't make sense to But it won't be long 'Cause kids with guns Kids with guns Easy does it, easy does it They've got something to say mental
Ahhhhhhhhhhaaaahhhhhh
Calm down, don't kill me now!
Well I never liked you Mama And I never liked your type of music In fact, I sold all your CDs out the back of your car Just to prove it And I spent the money- HAHA! Seriously- on all that whiskey! And that time that I puked up on the doorstep, And you told me I was a monster!
And now I'm back to tell you That I will never hang the truth I'll be back around the way Soon, before you ever end me And I'm through
So a killer, that's just me I'm the killer of a happy family And that's fine with you, is it? Fine with me! Fine, fuck off and die!