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I get my kicks and I want to start a rager
I want to dance like I’m on the video
I got a fever for violent behavior
I’m sweating bullets like a modern Romeo

(Bang bang!)
(Gimme fame!)
Shoot my up to entertain
I am a semi-automatic lonely boy
(You’re dead!)
(I’m well fed!)
Give me death or give me head
Daddy’s little psycho
And mommy’s little soldier

I testify like a lullaby of memories
Broadcasting live
And it’s on my radio
I got my photobomb
I got my Vietnam
I love a lie just like anybody else

(Bang bang!)
(Gimme fame!)
Shoot my up to entertain
I am a semi-automatic lonely boy
(You’re dead!)
(I’m well fed!)
Give me death or give me head
Broadcasting from my room
And playing with my toys

I want to be a celebrity martyr
The leading man in my own private drama
Hurrah!
Hurrah!
The hero of the hour
Daddy’s little psycho
And mommy’s little soldier

I want to be like the soldiers on the screen
It’s my private ho-ly war
Oh baby baby this is viva vendetta
For this is love or it’s
World War Zero!

I want to be a celebrity martyr
The little man in my own private drama
Hurrah!
Hurrah!
The hero of the hour
Daddy’s little psycho
and mommy’s little soldier

I want to be a celebrity martyr
The little man in my own private drama
Hurrah!
Hurrah!
The hero of the hour
Daddy’s little psycho
and mommy’s little soldier!

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